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Thousands of Americans fret over the appearance of their lawns, spraying, aerating, grooming; but here Grace Bauer finds good reasons to resist the impulse to tame what's wild: the white of clover blossoms under a streetlight, the possibility of finding the hidden, lucky, four-leafed rarity.

Against Lawn

The midnight streetlight illuminating

the white of clover assures me

I am right not to manicure

my patch of grass into a dull

carpet of uniform green, but

to allow whatever will to take over.

Somewhere in that lace lies luck,

though I may never swoop down

to find it. Three, too, is

an auspicious number. And this seeing

a reminder to avoid too much taming

of what, even here, wants to be wild.


Reprinted from the literary journal, Lake Effect, Vol. 8, Spring 2004 by permission of the author. Copyright 2004 by Grace Bauer, whose new book, Beholding Eye, is forthcoming from Wordtech Communications in 2006. This weekly column is supported by the Poetry Foundation, the Library of Congress, and the Department of English at the University of Nebraska, Lincoln. This column does not accept unsolicited poetry.

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