Saturday, January 11, 2014

Lawn Mowing

I fill the tank
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.

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