A Sharp Cut Poem by Maria Barbara Korynt

the warm morning,
and suddenly, surprising.
coldly is becoming.
came, with the mower.
it is new, has good blades.


is cutting one after the other
these most beautiful flowers
a weed is leaving
he could start with the lawn
but he was still wet


he has a wild look in his eyes
this way was upset with one's role
the grimace for him fell
but he overlooked.
the mower is mowing evenly.



I thank for it
because alone I am not able
I will pay from above
and right after the payment
it will be just


he wanted also to sing.
but I have the absolute pitch.
I am getting, to know every
false note, and I can hear...
I give you five into the fist...

and good bye, dear not friend.