the Johnson grass and Queen Anne’s Lace: long, overgrown, and wind-blown. Chin palmed, I feel my pulse, strong in my neck, and can’t help but marvel how we are all from seed, how we all strive only to cover the Earth, to be remembered.
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broken, idle lawnmower: overgrown with St Augustine going to seed tickles my bare legs as I walk holding the last tomato of summer. I can feel it's pulse in my hand.
ReplyDeleteNo no no. I have no desire to cover the earth or be remembered. And I don't feel pules in tomatoes. I turned off my lawn sprinklers this year because I can't afford the water bill. Guess what? I didn't have to mow!
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