lawn competition

you look out your window
and see how
wonderful your neighbor's
lawn looks.
green and lush, a golf
course without
the holes and flags,
the sand traps and rough.
then you look at yours.
at the bramble, the rusted
bikes and tires.
that old dodge dart
with the hood up
on the edge of the
driveway.
but you like your yard.
the weeds and what not.
this is not a competition.
and when you hear his
wife yelling at him for
not pruning the roses
or trimming the tree,
or for using too much
mulch along the path,
you smile and feel good
that you've done things
with your lawn in your
own thoughtful way.