Shortsale, five lots, near the river, six years untended

Upside down your tendrils floop
out like hair in water
[i learn to give a dog a bath.
what a to-doo]

Plants abide by gravity's guidance?
Kiwis scale three-story walnut trees
ivy vines as thick as wrists clog
the old nutmaker

We talk to someone with a machine
so powerful you need a license
that can clear a swath through blackberry two story tall
canes like fists, only bunnies roam wild here

Are we the interlopers in this jungle?
He says as he enters the dense undergrowth:
"I hear CCR in the background starting up."

I think, in the wet, one thousand rotting kiwi ferment,
in the deep green shade below the choked magnolia, the
feral berry hoving up to celestial height:
Where will the bunnies go?

I hope, though we appear,
wield our machetes, we are
not destroyers\not-destroyers.

Sometimes, the-great-unmaking
must precede
the-greater-making.