LOOKING AT A HEDGE TOO LONG

i wonder who is responsible for this hedge

  its dusk 

 in this light  i dont know  
   if the dark green i see
    is a memory 
      after
 the orange street lights
  have taken  its colours away

  this  hedge
   
    look at it

 all  those leaves
   small leaves
  so many  small leaves
          and  
   i  wonder how they would taste

 i  am reminded of cornflakes
  covered in melted chocolate

  its  a dense raggedy tangle
     but  well pointed 
 like a new builds chimney breast

  and  it comes round the 
 retirement homes barred windows
   like men  forming up on parade
      between the pale order
    of  stacked bricks

        or an orphan
      from a royal mans
        garden  maze
  looking for  attention
    in the pleb streets

from atlasobscura.com