Seeds on a breeze

monday morning, and empire rises;
walking to work as the daisybuds bloom,
dotting the grass of front gardens
and punctuating daybreak
with a million fresh
fried eggs. no matter anyone's
careful trimming
and delicate lawnwork,
colour radiates from the green,
expanding with gentle chaos
and seeds
flipping on a breeze.

detail gleams and seagulls
scratch the summer. night-time chokes. monday morning;
a weekend spent relaxing, or burdened
with a satisfaction
from breaking the back garden
to tempered
natural beauty,

a dog
brought into your home,
whining
and slowly learning
where to piss.

DS Maolalai has been nominated for Best of the Web and twice for the Pushcart Prize. His poetry has been released in two collections, "Love is Breaking Plates in the Garden" (Encircle Press, 2016) and "Sad Havoc Among the Birds" (Turas Press, 2019).

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