The lawn was manicured

aggressively
clean cut green and light lines
all blades lined up a neat height.
The house was the same
all sleek modern lines
and not a speck of dust
and it could have been ripped from a magazine cover
except there were no jagged lines here
no-sir-ree
and the kids ran ahead to play
what do they care
but I hovered at the edges of smoothly social conversations
and felt every unpolished inch of myself
and then I saw
at the far corner way down in the dirt
a little tendril of some summer creeping thing
just getting its climbing mitts on the brick
and I felt a sort of joyful
revenge
that entropy always has its way.