At the far corner
of the lawn
it stands alone.
And where did
your mind go?
The white and pink
plastic tassels
flutter in the wind.
But why do
you think so?
The river is high
across the street, and
the boats of foam float
down stream.
So, now you
think I'm unfair?
A little, yellow car
rolls by; the driver
ignores it all.
And who are
you to judge?
Tomorrow all the toys
will be gone
from the yard.
And do you
know why?
The hydrant will
be painted and the curb
will be swept.
But you need
to know more?
Perhaps some boy will
walk down the street
singing a song.
So, the story
is resolved?
The lawnmower
sits idle in
tomorrow evening's sun.
And do you realize now
it is all in your mind?
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