There is always plenty of time
to think while mowing.
I move in the same squarish
lines I always do.
First, I get up, then I shower,
then I pontificate.
The audience is trained
to look like they are listening.
Are they?
Finally, the swift stroke,
the edging work, and I am
on my home again, home again
like yesterday and the day
before, trying not to work late,
trying to sleep again
and remember my movements.
