Rabbits' Dance
I mowed the grass today,
Little Honda justa purrin’
Toe knockers whipping wild
Their final brash resistance.
I mowed the grass today,
Clippings simply left for mulch,
Summer’s dog days always
Dry the grass, drench my shirt.
Mowing past the water garden,
Watch my electronic river,
With carp beneath the waterfall,
And a frog lazing on a pad.
Blue darters’ got the hook-up,
Finches make their bath a sport,
Mostly, my gaze just tracks along,
Where lawn falls from tall to short.
There, it leaves its scent of green,
Hinting of the fireflies dowry,
That gets exchanged at dusk,
Just as the rabbits learn their dance.
I mowed the grass today,
Applying years of practice,
Because no one sees the poet’s view,
Only if my track ran true.
I’ll go to church tomorrow,
Dry shirt topping some nice pants.
No one will know of my week’s work,
Or if my thoughts ran true.
I take my turn at death someday,
I’m too much like the grass;
Then, God will cast a meas’ring look,
If this mower’s llife ran true.
I hope to leave a fragrence then,
My own exhaling green,
That sweetens every tear that falls,
While rabbits dance, unseen.
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