Mowing the Spring Lawn
After two weeks’ absence, the clover is high as a fence.
The weeds are white-tipped frills of grass.
The leaves on the tress are
in design fully equipped to start cutting down
the birds and
Let me get started with the engine roaring
and full of vitamin E.
The sun hits my back in the back
with a gentle displacement of rages.
I’m impressed with God
’s ability to turn the old hedge
into a congregation of infants.