How organic must we be?

Last night I had dinner with my friend, Mark, and then he walked me back to my car. I wanted to show him sidewalk poetry, a wonderful St. Paul city project of embedding poetry in sidewalks. http://publicartstpaul.org/everydaysidewalk/poems02.html

Advice for Gardeners

Accept brevity.
Celebrate decay.
Emancipate failed growth, hope
it'll just keep living. Mulch
near odd places. Quit raking.
Sleep.
Tend unlimited variegated words.
Xerox your zucchini.

by Kate Lynn Hibbard -- thank you, Kate!

A rabbit ran across the sidewalk. Mark said, “I wish I had my air gun.”
I said, “What!” I was shocked by his violence. Then I asked, “Why?”
“Because they eat things I don’t want them to eat.” He looked annoyed, having had to explain the obvious, then paused. He knows me. “I’ve been peeing into a bottle.”
I said, “What?”
“Oh, I dilute it," he answered. "Sometimes.”
I stared at him, trying to get the picture out of my mind. I felt rather cross about it.
“Our landscaper told us to do it,” he explained. “Rabbits don’t like the smell of humans.”

I wonder if that landscaper knows how to use a jembe?

More poems and photos below:
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