My Borrowed Features

Two chunks of red sandstone
Sit in the gravel strip
By the cinderblock wall.

Ochre cinderblocks match.
It’s so hard to avoid
Passive voice, where people

Came to rearrange things
And left them. They left these—
Decorative, I guess.

I’m a borrower, not
A designer of yards,
Landscaper of grammars.

I’m trying to stay home
Temporarily, while
Home remains beyond me.

So someone decided
To place two stones, just so,
For what? Tranquility?

It’s not enough, although
I’m glad I have them both,
To ease asymmetry.