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blip, he moved. or she.

tiny frog in the maw of

my mower.

his life is in your hands

the voice said. so I move

carefully.

it’s only a lawn, weeds

scruff, things to be taken

down

not something to cost a life.

so I mow the lines carefully

grateful that my life lies

not at the whim

of some monster in the sky

just doing

his lawn.

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