The chosen replacement for lawn
Sculptures jockeying for decorative
Attention, budding tulips, yet to crown,
Yet to blossom after the toil of shooting
Forth from the soil, from the planned
Seed planted--

Stalk naked beneath the rising ultra-violent
Sun, a floral sensuousness will eventually
Be on full display, welcoming the selfie
Paparazzi for a closeup.

In the public eye, if only from afar, the object
Of desire is forced out front, tempting view
Finders to create interpretive representations
Portraying the youthful and delightful carefree
Glow--all the while

Feigning imperviousness to the human element:
The perils of being trodden or mowed down;
Never entertaining, exhaustive engine emissions.

Solitude beside a tree is not destined, unless the
Bulb was placed the previous year; here, the stem
Is less likely to be shivved by a rotary blade, thus
Protected, body guarded.

The haphazard who peruse the property have
The opportunity to critique the impressionistic
Scene for artistic correctness; is the gardener's
Intent colonial, heading in the right direction,
Or has the Edenic arrangement been left
Undone, to (controlled) chaos?

The question is set aside to ponder that which
Has been vaulted from the yard, unable to
Withstand the rigor; the once displayed botanical
Endurance, now bestowed the security of a
Pot, not the vanity of a vase, the transference
Is accommodating.

The displacement is reminiscent; time to
Convalesce, to mull over the preciousness of an
Imagined life actualized, of wisdom withering--
Petals and leaves decomposing, resting in peace:

Decayed dirt, fertile residuals attentively cultivated
By a scrutinous, compassionate eye.