Thursday, February 01, 2018

Mowing

(Mesostich)



















He got up one morn on Saturday
squirting minced trash on the other side
as nervous trees waved in the cool breeze
a leaf struck him in the eye, he cried
such a mishap never happened before
when he putt green grass, and pulled the weeds.


© Paterika Hengreaves

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