The mower just refuses to be fixed
I wanted light, setting sun, peace, rapprochement
Weeded gardens and weeds trimmed, all
To arrive tonight by my dint
Not so
But out there his peach teeshirt
Recedes toward the back plot
Waiting for vegetables in
This weather crap that we've messed up,
Thoughtless humans.
I'll not dwell on the meta
I'll just try to keep the beauty
Of this tiny micro-bit up here in mind
Peach
Out there
Peeking through
The back spruce
We need the spruce
To keep out the dust
When Bobby ploughs.
His teeshirt
Out there
Fades like magic into
The sky hiding behind
Spruces, and I know that is
The sunset
But hadn't seen how we blend and fade into
The ethos, this beautiful
Gaia.
It is orange
Behind blue
Spruce
And this light
This air
This breathing
This unearthly panorama
Saves us,
Nurturing us
As we extinguish
The old.
And meanwhile in
The wind bringing in the front
We grow young
On this cusp of
We are.
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