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- Buttercup Street
- Bare feet meet a misshapen combination
- of gravel and asphalt as eyes
- take in a slanted sign
- declaring it, “Buttercup Street”.
- Buttercup Street sounds pleasant
- not an overgrown forest of hybrid pea plant trees,
- flooding into the street
- whose cradle-like seeds roared with every blast of the wind.
- Surely, not a community
- of stray animals sequestered in stark
- dwellings composed of palisades
- that lead back to Buttercup Street.
- A gray, ashen face
- digs into the terra
- imposing dominion
- over the hinterland.
- The sugary, donut colored fence
- shuts the door
- on the blatant determinism
- of the peculiarly well-maintained garden.
- Blackened shoes
- exit the depressions
- of childhood innocence
- into the overgrown.
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