Sequined Asses
My yard thrives in wildness.
Patches of dirt- cowlicks of grass.
Every shade of unknown flowers.
My yard is a swayback horse.
Amidst rows of sequined asses
That live just up the hill.
Their lawns sprayed slick with poisonous perfection.
They give me a dismissive wave, but I never see them smile.
My yard thrives in wildness, and they hate me for it.
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