January 17, 2011
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
Slip-n-slides,
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.
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