The neighbors . killed my mother's tree . by pruning what they perceived shadowed . their lawn
Every yard in this purgatorial waiting room . slight variation of one tree . weekly cut grass . a ring of rocks . or stones . I can not tell . which
The internet tells me rocks are large . and made of stones . and stones are small . and made of rocks . and pebbles are rocks . made of stones . made of pebbles . and this is how i am coming back . to language
The neighbor's grass is lovely . this month . just like everyone else's
My mother calls the neighbor's dog ugly . as it shits on her yard . A barb wasted on an ear that has no common tongue . A rock is pelted . A stone skips . You rock someone to sleep . Stone a person to death . Yet stoned people are sleepy . A death can rock you
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