by Eric Burke
A medium-sized Cooper’s hawk
rests on the fence behind our garbage cans.
I continue to set out seeds,
continue to clean the bath.
Before moving in
I salted the yard with vinegar.
Still, they grew.
My wife wanted a landscape artist
to harmonize the colors and scents.
Familiar objects (furnace, fridge) begin to shudder
each time they shut down.
I brace myself for the inevitability of reproach.
Eric Burke works as a computer programmer in Columbus, Ohio. More of his work can be found in elimae, decomP, Camroc Press Review, qarrtsiluni, A cappella Zoo, and Weave Magazine. You can read his blog at anomalocrinus.blogspot.com.