The giant riding lawnmowers cut circular patterns
around the scattered trees,
Leaving behind rings in the wet grass,
As if the trees were stones dropped into a green pond,
Ripples spreading out from their bases,
frozen in the moment after impact.
Seeing this seems to slow time
And for a moment I feel my sneakers
are walking on water
1 comment:
Nice.
Now if you were in Chicago or NY, you'd have to specify your speaker brand. ;)
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