America The Beautiful as a Second Language by Ted Sheridan

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America The Beautiful as a Second Language

Who are these immigrants who mow all of this grass
in the medium strips and along the roadsides;
areas that pedestrians don’t use. Whose job is it to fertilize
and maintain this acreage; to kill the clover and dandelion
that constantly flowers. Why is it necessary to beautify
the tedious routes we take to and fro; the ones paved
over as a short cut between points A and B.
What about XYZ? ; out where expelled tire treads
litter the road and where a gallon of gas is not enough
to get you home…
Who are these immigrants who come here to mow America's lawn?

2008 © TS

Ted Sheridan

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Ivan Donn Carswell (5/29/2008 3:51:00 PM)
Who indeed? But I think you're the first to notice... Rgds, Ivan

poetry lover (5/29/2008 12:20:00 PM)
What are you trying to say? ? ?

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