Mowing

My surroundings like a jungle,
I weeded through the grass
Insects crawled,
One dropping on my arm
Obstacles block my path as I dodge and dash
Sweat lines my face

The roar of the mighty beast
Purring against my hands
The smell of a sweet chemicals burning my nose,
And quietness of the outside disrupted by something foreign

After all is calmed
And the task complete
A refreshing pool of yellow lemons
Meet my dry mouth






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