blip, he moved – August 24


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



it’s only a lawn, weeds

scruff, things to be taken



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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