And pull the chord
And push in semi-straight rows.
I slacken the pace
And swipe off more sweat
The farther on I go.
I see the neighbors
On riding mowers
Gliding on with ease.
I'm glad, however,
For the chance
To purge some jealousy
And burn some energy
Somehow we're all here
At the same time
As if we've all heard and responded
A call, not of nature,
To beat it back.
