You can always find them in the garden,
lurking there in the cooler shadows,
setting up shop and putting down roots—
soil-squatters, mulch-poachers, the illegitimate green.

I squat down in professional stance
for a close inspection and calm reach,
an executioner crouched and gloved,
my leathered fingers itching for the kill.
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Evan Gurney is an assistant professor of English at the University of North Carolina-Asheville. A former editor of The Carolina Quarterly, his recent poetry has appeared in Angle: A Journal of Poetry in English, Dappled Things, Relief, and Still: The Journal.

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