Unions and intersections, the tales of travelers in Venn
Diagrams:   ancient the hospital suburbs concerned with
     Grass whacking and shrub drubbing—the judgment of the collective ;

The machines of order on parade :   lawnmowers and leafblowers,
     The wasted water for a pristine spread of herd fodder :
     The stage for regimented hedgerows and orderly flowers,

On the right: yard monitors report vegetation amuck
     Where a cadre of metazoans, including a puma,
     Stealthily slid through the branches and blades of overgrowth ;

On the left: a plethora of vehicles parked all about ;
     The little yapping dogs that escape, and the blue–tick hound
     Easily agitated, yodels into the black night .

On Wodensday, the trash man claw-lifts the receptacle
     And slams it back down out of place on the street ;  various
     Articles of refuse wriggle free and flap to other yards;

The Eeyorish mailman forlorn, ever-frowning, looks up
     And sighs in frustration and disbelief:   another book
     Must be door–delivered—no one can possibly read this much !

The various octogenarians ceremonial
In daily constitutions—the reaper skipping behind,
Whistling the uplifting theme from The Andy Griffith Show ;

The old guy on the bicycle ;  the one that runs ;  two or three
     Michelinmorphs;  some middle–agers but never the young
     Huffing under the sun, they have all the time in the world ;

Four people walk dogs that excrete on the grassy median
     Sometimes becoming a minefield explosive with ground–bees
     Swarming in the swelter, the little clay nests like anthills .

Daily a grandfather putters, landscaping in slow–motion,
     Staying busy consistently, continuously
     :   Don’t even think about sitting in the rocking–chair .

Frogs and geckos on night screens wait for chance bug encounters
     ;  An occasional vehicle creeps along on the split court
     Stopping nowhere near a traffic sign :   a mystery .

*[ WSB ]_.