Last Neighbor Out
From the 16th Day of NaPoWrMo. One of my more lighthearted works. I still hate yard work.
The weeds must be cut down to the level of dirt it has evaded and violated since the finale of spring's triathlon, the baby dandelions beheaded while they're still yellow and unsalted by a bee that's yet to get into a frenzy of pollination that does justice to why Its two words away from 'birds' position remains permanen…
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