Hurry, Get The Guy Lines Poem by Renee Marie

Hurry, Get The Guy Lines



There's always been a thing or two
I take the time to learn to do,
YOU?

This time I'll have to call my Son,
Yes, the HE who looks at me as if
I am the expert in everything, somehow
refusing now to take responsibility
for this leaning tree which begs to grow up straight!

I admit, I need his muscle to push against the trunk
while I ratchet-up the guy lines
and hope that the metal pole doesn't snap back
against my unprotected cranium
"Is this dumb", I ask myself;
should I seek professional help?

All HIS life, whenever we worked together,
he'd watch me don personal protective equipment:
ear plugs (vacuuming or movie theaters) , ballistic eye wear (using power tools or shooting) , a mask (sanding wood or mowing lawns) , gloves (stripping paint or trimming medical cannabis) , flak jacket and Kevlar helmet (last minute adjustments before heading out to the Combat Zone) .
And HE remains, the watchful participant, a strong-hearted-hand
Inspiring confidence in my self-growth.

The Leyland Cypress is a fast-growing evergreen but
again this year, she begs to be supported against the wild winds
of Sacramento's rainy, winter pounding.
We go to her and consider
all the tools we need to anchor her with guy lines
and deeper into Earth re-purposed poles
should secure her upright growth.

Democracy is leaning
Please tell me she's an Evergreen.
I fear that She's about to fall.
Some dark abyss looms above the canopy
of The Republic.
I don't know if I need to don personal protective equipment,
who or what can help to shore her upRight
as WE, the LEFTleaning
sour against perpetual storms of
performance anxiety and grab at straws of hope

I just Google It
;
("a new kind of Civil War", "becoming an expat", "sustainable civil disobedience"...)

I just Instagram and Tweet Hashtaged-attempts

(#GuyLinesMatter, #TreesMatter, #BlackLivesMatter, #ShoreHerUp, #MeTooStrong, #Persist, #RESIST #TakeAKnee, #HandsUpDontShoot, #MarchForOurLives, #OneJobIsEnough, #MiniWiconi, #NoDAPL, #Need2Impeach, #NoSalute45,
#LelandCypressStrong, #ShowUpOrShutUp, #MayPeacePrevailOnEarth, #IsTheDemocraticRepublicDying, #Unite...)

I have all that I need to melt down my AR15.
I no longer care about shooting EXPERT at 600 meters or strategic compensation
of windage and elevation using ONLY iron sights.I AM NOT an Army of ONE;

In quasi-retirement, I strap on a new tool belt, stretch canvas, shoot paint through cans, pen poems, straighten-up trees that bend into a new, sullen reality.
Day and night, night and day, month after month, year after year,
Hoping against reality that I alone
cannot crack hashtags into action
The CODE OF CORRECTION
is encrypted beyond my capacity to decipher,
alone.

I call my Son and Google
#EvergreenGuyLines

Reneé Marie

Wednesday, February 20, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: democracy
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