Puckered face of neighbor
Expresses filthily in malice
Hints fly over border fence
Wouldn't care, the tree at ease
Grown up tree in my garden
Sheds leaves in senescence
Tree is happy to rid of old
And make room for new cohort
On ground many little smiles
Well fed, felt, microbes 'n earthworms
Mother earth sighs of relief
For protecting her thinnest skin
Sod underneath felt fabulous
Smiling new growth attired emerald
Daily, neighbor sweeps his yard, yet
His curse goes on, nevertheless
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