Edges

Edges

Lack of funds, likely, or maybe, like a teacher 

in public, lack of desire to be seen

on date night. Either way, turns out

they rarely write names on the back-

side of graves, which is all the same 

for the public works employee

edging the fence line, who

periodically sets down the weed-eater

for a drink and another stare

long enough to etch his own 

into stone, as if to feel the cool, moist

weight of anonymity salve the scorch 

of what’s left of the thick tangle 

still bordering our work here.