mower world – July 18

Posted on July 19, 2014 by landl30

7:18.2014

atop my mower world

beater, creeper, steeper

I demand nature to my

call

until the froglets flee

tiny, leaping, terrified

for their lives

and I count the cost

of living, and having

mercy.

I try so hard

not

to run over them.

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