I put
a single
blade
of grass
out of place
and knocked the earth
off of it's orbit.
as if making a divot
swinging for the fairway
I forgot that it's supposed to
only revolve around you
and your need
to keep things green
and free of weeds
a losing race from the start
perfection can't grow
from a rotten heart.
I'm just out here
wanting to play ball
while you mow me down
with a "get off my lawn"
if you cared half as much
about us
as your precious grass
then maybe your reflection
wouldn't mirror
a jackass.
About the Creator
Ellie Hoovs
Breathing life into the lost and broken. Writes to mend what fire couldn't destroy. Poetry stitched from ashes, longing, and stubborn hope.
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