Another hour on a grimy mower.
Wheels guided, in their rut.
Engine’s harsh rattle rumbling
dull static in my gut.
Engine hour counter clicking
Anaemic autumn grass
Endless, pointless route.
Up and back. Up and down.
Verdant corduroy lawn.
A fuchsia streak cuts across the green
to climb the tallest magnolia.
Against the bright blue she waves down.
My heart smiles, waves. I see ya.
Among waxy leaves her flushed cheeks are flowers.
Explains she climbed just because.
For fun. For the view. To see if she could.
Gives herself a round of applause.
I blow her a kiss and