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  • Dave Bonta May 25, 2009 @ 7:37

    ChemLawn strikes again, eh?

  • Ken Wagner May 25, 2009 @ 13:37

    Yep, something like that.

    Throughout my community, there are dead beetles along the curb. It seems they had just enough energy to make it out of the poisonous grass, then collapse in unison.

    It’s the symmetry of the dead that struck me most.

  • Dave Bonta May 25, 2009 @ 19:53

    Gads. So glad not to live in a neighborhood. I was in one today, and it was friendly as hell – but there was always a mower or weed whacker running somewhere.

  • Dilbert Oct 2, 2009 @ 17:55

    That is not a haiku.

  • Dave Bonta Oct 2, 2009 @ 20:09

    Yes it is.

  • Ian Wood Oct 6, 2009 @ 18:51

    I really like this one Ken. The images and setting are very vivid, evoking a very specific time of summer. The contrast of what nature people destroy and what they value and preserve was very effective and deep.

  • Ken Wagner Oct 6, 2009 @ 22:24

    Thanks for the feedback, Ian.

    Although I am sure it was merely a function of the common instinct to escape to a lower intensity of poison, I can’t help but reflect on the “fearful symmetry” of the event/image. My summertime suburb as toxic grid . . .

  • 7th grade studying poetry in language Mar 27, 2012 @ 18:14

    This one is good my entire class likes it except for a few choice girls /=-]

  • anonymous Oct 29, 2012 @ 23:40

    this poem is very vivid i can see the dead beetle and all the yards in my vision

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