Tuesday, June 17, 2025

Mowing

Sanctuary

Salvation

Every blade of grass, 

Bloom, every 

Slide as I sog into

Unrelenting mud 

Every

Color, 

Wild and everywhere 

And all the smells so glorious

I watch for bunnies

Hop toads, blown branches 

Too thick for mower chop

Coherence 


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