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What Does Your Lawn Say About You?

I like to think my neighbors’ lawns
Will tell me something of their minds.
Do they more meticulous,
Or laid back, lazy, industrious –
Who knows?

(By the way, no fences stand
In neighbors’ yards, at least the fronts,
So lawns meet lawns, a sea of green.)

You might think they are all the same
(The lawns, I mean) —
But as we walk along the green

It’s easily seen
Where one yard starts
And one’s complete;
(Do property lines tend to accrete?)

Some lawns are a perfect green
With soldier blades that stand so straight
And not a flower to be seen.

The edges, too, are knife-edge straight,
Some right against the concrete curb,
Or indented just an inch or two —
The dirt shows through.

The other end of this extreme
Are lawns with dandelions dappled,
And bumpy blades of various shades.

For those, the edges not so neat;
Certain blades o’er sidewalk creep
In wand’ring curves.

And when those edges have been cut,
But piles of blades not swept away,
Then green things grow in dried out grass, alas.

And maybe you would like to ask
Which type of lawn this writer has?

Capture the Summer

Capture the summer,
The long, slow days
When dreams are hatched
And you can catch
A dragonfly.

Capture the summer,
The sizzling grass,
All brown and dry,
The sun baking it golden
As the days go by.

Can you put it in a bottle?
Intoxicating morning air,
Smelling of flowers
That have mated
And done their share.

Can you hold on to time?
And live again these moments
When the world seems sublime?
Capture the summer,
And save it for all time.