Mowing Down Summer (Triolet) Poem by Glenn Bagshaw

Mowing Down Summer (Triolet)



One hears the mower's gears agree:
' in short, clip short: shear grass, tear weed;
some think of bees and allergy...'
One hears the mower's gears agree:
'but gasoline means June to me.
Beliefs are turfed for 'cut' is creed.'
One hears the mower's gears agree:
'in short, clip short: shear grass, tear weed! '

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