I thought I found peace in you
like the smell of fresh cut grass
under a white picket fence
on a summer day in one
of those all american towns
where ice cream trucks
summons kids to scream for joy
but you were not that
not that green green grass
on the other side
more like turf
hiding the ugliness
of the bare ground.
Love that ending twist. and the use of no caps, no significance, wisdom in recognizing insignificance.