May in the midwest
After the first time the lawn has been mowed this year
The grass is green, but if I look away, I'm sure it's chartreuse (because it hurts my eyes)

In another neighborhood, there is a lawn that looks so fresh - and plain
The blades of grass taper and start to curl at the ends, this lawn is lighter
Lush, soft, warm spring day

My jacket is left on the sidewalk
And I don't care who sees me, or if I get in trouble
I have to roll around on the fresh grass, I have to feel it on my cheeks, and smell its dirty green sweetness.