Endless Lawn XVIII

Poetry/Other

Jun 12

It’s mowing season again. Never stops growing, does it? Here’s the first one for spring.

First Prune 2023

The lawn and I must spend time apart,

so that we may miss one another.

So that, when we touch again,

the machine my proxy,

it’s like embracing a lover,

who conceded to abandonment.

So that the grass and clover

tremble when they see me coming.

Not in fear, but in exultation.

I still care.

And it still cares for me.

So I commit to the first prune of the season.

T. Evans, May 2023

Endless Lawn XIX