Fuzzy globe
cottonball
stalking above the grass

ready to launch
seed soldiers
on parachutes

in the next breeze
aerial assault
to infiltrate the lawn

sending up yellow
flags of defiance
over deeply rooted outposts

unless
my mower gets there first.


{First Published in Blindman's Rainbow, Winter 2000/2001.]

10/06/2001

Posted on 10/06/2001
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