Man with a Scythe
Do I look like Death to the
overgrown grass? The motorized
mower just chuckles. With swinging snath &
wet whetstone the evening sharpens its
sighing. A curved blade slices straight
through the nascent field, converting this
chaos into lawn. The quiet cutting heels the
hot day, rain on the blades helps the metal
to meet them. But horizon serrates the sunset, so put
up your heavy hood and head home.