the golf course near my house
is that manicured kind of pretty
that makes me want to sneak in at night
and scatter wildflower seeds in the wind
to create a little bit of chaotic beauty.
the houses on the street in front are identical in everything but color,
down to even the bushes,
spaced each exactly a foot apart.
the lawns are trimmed to perfection and back again,
no room for natural biodiversity in sight.
no dandelions to pick and make any wishes,
no soft moss for bare feet to enjoy,
no flowers for the bees to pollinate.
the whole neighborhood
is that manicured kind of pretty,
where everything has to be palatable to the organized,
never too much of anything at all.