A Million Tennis Balls
written by: Heath Brougher
In the depths of winter
when the grass dies
unto a faded shade of brown,
I cover my lawn with a million tennis balls
in order to brighten the otherwise drab colors,
in order to brighten it to a hue similar to summer grass
among the thoroughly dense cold drought of fertility currently reigning.
It’s like having a million tiny suns in the front yard.
It’s putting the color back into a world dulled by winter.
Heath Brougher is the editor-in-chief of Concrete Mist Press. He was the recipient of the 2018 Poet of the Year Award and is a multiple Best of the Net and Pushcart Prize nominee. His most recent book is “Beware the Bourgeois Doomsday Fantasy” (Sandy Press, 2024).
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