In the Eye of the Beholder

The neighbor wonders how our weeds
are doing, referring to the dune grass.
Meanwhile, I watch very large, industrial
size lawnmowers gobble up grass like
roaring, ravenous, devouring prehistoric
beetles while belching out noxious fumes
from their back ends. Then the shiny, purple
backed bugs are loaded up and driven
off and in their wake all is quiet and
manicured beautifully like a cadaverous
body attired in a gorgeous, doily laden
Victorian gown reeking of death and
environmental destruction.

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