
Curbside silhouettes overlapped lawn-plots, stymied in green grass growth to honor Personal habits (a bit long in the tooth) Personal touch (herein) twigs scattered about the land in allegiance to organized chaos. /// (long nails) included in this instance, pinched the wood’s edges, delaying a march to waste baskets. A peasant located in the 19th parallel discovers fire to UP-set the natural order of things, burns their societal bearings, leaving Fibonacci ashes for the next in rank. Contemporary parallels bracket private ownership, harken back to yore-laden-peasants and remind the populace art succeeds by providing an investment tax haven. A Peasant Wedding placed (dead center) in the dining hall of levy evaders welcomes the head-nod-history-lesson-(herein) correct appreciation begins:
Healthy sheets present floral prints
Shadows detail wrinkles in the fabric.
Down
The
Middle
Affiliates the red rose
Back-dropped against white tiles
Inside the quilt block
Built to honor the Knights Templar.
Accomplished capitalists
Make their beds
In the morning
To prove all matters
In accordance with plastic
And petroleum
Are controlled.

A familiar bend overlaps the lawnmower’s casing. Pull string handle nestles inside his sweaty hand, he yanks with the force of an ordinary person. First attempt succeeds in an engine sputter, second attempt too. Third time’s the charm commends the cliche, engine roars! as he begins mowing his client’s lawn.
From the window predator eyes survey the moving geometry. Horizontal advancement depletes the grass by inches. She’s satisfied with the kill.
Dead eyes stare off, he proceeds forward over a branch with the lawnmower. Wood-chips eject from underneath the device, followed by tendrils of dark steam. He anchors in place, eyes alive with grief.
“All wages lost for the day.” He thinks.
“I’ll never recover from this.”
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