dirt on the welcome mat

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You would be
Evergreen in the
Spring, blending
Thick and prickly in,
Endearing your rough
Roots to the new season’s
Dew. They slither and hiss
Among the grass blades, 
Yelling shadows while
Searching for the calm blue sky.

Smothered by sunbathers’ towels,

Sliced by scowling men

Who push sharp blades into

Tender green tufts,

And rubbed raw

By wet children who barrel

Full force into 


Summer lawns babysit the world.

Enduring each painful piggyback ride,

They wait for winter

When they can sit all day

In solitude,

Soaking up the sun,

Cooled by the breeze,

Getting a nice, even tan.