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??
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