The Well-Groomed Lawn - by Bonnie Rolfs
An Indian paintbrush kisses the grass with red Vibrance. It is slashed at its stem by the mower blade Severance. The rolling sea of green becomes a still water Obedience. A dandelion sprouts to mirror the sun. Defiance. It suffocates and withers under the smog of store-bought poison Silence. The well-groomed lawn Ugly, Lifeless, Soulless.
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