Mowing the Lawn
January 20, 2011
It’s too hot.
It’s too damp.
It’s on a hill.
It’s just going to grow again.
If it gets longer,
The neighbors will go crazy.
I hate my neighbors
More than crabgrass.
The poetry of Beth Mattson
It’s too hot.
It’s too damp.
It’s on a hill.
It’s just going to grow again.
If it gets longer,
The neighbors will go crazy.
I hate my neighbors
More than crabgrass.