the unmowed lawn
has stories to tell:
the whispered ones
the neighbors like to savor
with a glass of ice tea
or a budweiser.
sitting on patio furniture
in the back yard
brushing gnats
off clammy arms.
dogs barking down the alley,
a single engine plane
moans towards the sunset.
the eight-year old twins
across the street
are shrieking about
who took what,
what's not fair,
who is going
to tell on whom.
nestled in the
eight inch lawn,
a limp blue and white
football.
a spiderman t-shirt, size small,
a picnic plate with
a smear of dried velveeta
that the ants are determined
to ignore.
page two of a visa bill
two months past due.
black panties trimmed in lace
with a dandelion
sprouting through the waist.
a wedding ring
that a sharp-eyed magpie
spots and snatches
to adorn his nest.
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