Dead Bradford Pear Petals,
like fish scales,
cover my yard.
They smell!
They smell every year
when their beauty passes to rot.
Time to fire up the lawnmower,
shred their carcasses
into fertilizer appetizers;
green Bermuda
will be mowed weekly in their honor.
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6 comments:
An interesting chaser for "Sound Intelligence"...a different outlook on a common experience!
its great how you turn the everyday chores into interesting and amusing descriptions :-p
Would you like to come mow my yard?? I've been looking for a young man to do that - :)
Our problem is pine needles, though.
Beautifully poetic perspiration...
i love this one!
Thanks Vaughn!
Ruthanne, it's all I have.
Andrew you let me off the hook when you said "young" man. What's the pay?
Borut, poetic perspiration, I like that! Thanks!
Polona, thank you for all your comments!
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