(soon to come: Potholes 101)
This morning, in the park,
mowers and weed whackers
seem to follow me.
They cut grass and weeds
and trash (they’re too lazy
to pick up before they mow).
If it don’t rain,
the leaf blower guy will push it all
into tall grass along the tree line.
But it will look good
…from the parking lot
when park management
inspects their progress
from the seat of a city truck.
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For twenty years,
their manager rode the mower
and now it’s his turn
to slowly meander
through another Monday.
He honks and waves
before he must continue
on his way to full retirement
and his next parking lot
supervisory observation post.
4-17-23
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