You stare at my garden and state the sodding obvious that it is full of weeds

Uncontrolled, uninhabited plants that clamber through and undermine the foundation.

I tried cutting them back for you but I instead threw more enthusiastic seeds

In amongst the cobwebs that covers damaged stone and masonry complication.

These webs are personal; they cover the cracks in the paving stone path that leads

From my door to yours, and whilst you keep your side so

Faultless and dazzling, trimmed, ordered and full of flowering beads,