The butterflies dance lazily through the weeds
Afternoon shines gold over the florets
These moments are the only break
From the grinding teeth of the machine
The patch of weeds I tend
Surrounded by over-shaven lawns
Dead lifeless lawns
Dead restless people
Driving round
Staring at their phones
Searching for an answer to a question
Long forgotten
Thou art morons
I stare too
Down into my phone
Searching for the answer
To a question lost
I am a moron too
I tend the weeds
I watch the butterflies
Catch the breeze through
Florets of gold








