I understand why it must be, but this hurts:
As if the butchering of our Chinese elm and lovely crape myrtle earlier this week wasn’t enough, while I was out yesterday the power company snuck into the backyard and installed a hideous guy wire, to fortify a pole. Hideous being my perspective. Actually, the work seems neatly and sturdily done. The wire runs from high on the pole to a stake hammered into my flower bed. And it’s encased (for safety I suppose) in a neon-yellow tube. Lots of worse impingements in this world. It does serve nicely as metaphor for what we get to either resent, or accept as best we can.
Having no other choice, I’m trying to think of this impingement as an art installation. Light saber? Highway to heaven?