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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

Heath Brougher

Heath Brougher is the Editor in Chief of Concrete Mist Press as well as Poetry Editor for Into the Void Magazine, winner of the 2017 and 2018 Saboteur Award for Best Magazine. He is a multiple Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net Nominee and was awarded Taj Mahal Review's 2018 Poet of the Year Award. His latest collections are "Bleeding Backwards" (Diaphanous Press, 2019) and "Change Your Mind" (Alien Buddha Press, 2019). His first book of nonfiction is due out later this year.
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