Day 310: Melancholy Mowing Metaphor

The grass has been growing for weeks

As I ride the mower, contemplating the weeds,

She walks out onto the back patio with a tall glass of ice water

Sets it on the table and waves

I smile and thank her with a wink

Then the glass is gone

I forgot to pour one for myself before coming out

But I can wait

The sweat and sun isn’t a bother

I can pretend that not having some water is fine

Eventually, she’ll bring it out

The grass has been growing for weeks

And the mower blades are dull

The weeds will grow tall

Perhaps too big and hopefully kill the grass

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