20 Black

Broke out the push mower and cut

The backyard before the rain comes

Tomorrow. There is something in a

Job done that satisfies beyond the

Unending grind that brings the

Paycheck—I did this here today,

Me and the mower, gasoline and

Muscle, and at the very least

The birds approve, searching out

Their suppers among the clippings,

Cardinal red and cowbird black

Spinning against the green

Like a roulette wheel until the

Golden ball of sun drops and

Slots a color to the numbered day,

Leaving me to cash in my chips:

Venus high, a breeze low and

My own supper on the stove.

4/20/2023