Standing on the sidewalk
with lawn mower growling
the leaves of grass,
quivering in anticipation,
stepping into motion
walking back and forth
cutting long swaths
each sweep crossed over.
Gazing back at my efforts
I see a finely trimmed lawn -
a broad expanse of green,
from cement to planter box
calm and uninjured
ready to grow again.
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