at eight i mow the lawn
it is past dusk just into night
the push mower rasps
i should sharpen the blades
but i do not know how
so i go on like with other things
in my life that could bear
closer attention yet i decline
it makes it harder any task
makes me wonder now
in the deepening dark if
i am frankly lazy or a coward
or a mix of both and what then
what is me like this living poorly
in my own head and soul
but i take courage by seeing
how my work progresses
the cuts are sound and i am glad
that thinking cannot sum or solve
every thing
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St Louis Park
