Aggravating Nothings

"Out damned spot" where nothing grows, a vain man's curse in the midst of perfection; the whole, nourished and pampered yet this blemish - snarling imperfection, taunting like a tormentor's tongue, or YES! Perhaps perpetrated by an envious neighbor - a late night turf terrorist pouring some lawn-be-gone where overt obscenities might be gleefully spewed in the morning. While there, in the middle of the drive where sneakers shuffle and tires tread, a tuft of healthy grass sprouts from a tiny cranny; never watered nor fed yet its roots grow strong and deep, denying my casual efforts to end the brazen intrusion . The puzzling irony of it all ! Was I out here to get the mail??