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I remember that day
	a early spring day
cold snow melted away
	and grass turning green

long cold winter gone
	days of shivering cold
dormant brown grass lay not
	beneath crystal blanket cold

spring task was before
	needing to be done
in cool early morn
	before warmth of the sun

warm house cozy was
	wanting there only to stay
not to venture into the new day
	and the task leave undone

my tools lay at hand
	bright hard stainless steel
soft fragile fingers to replace
	that the work might be done

untie rope knotted tight
	loosening its length
that the tarp I might free
	set it wrinkled to the side

my tractor lie beneath
	painted red and black steel
cracking vinyl seat
	steering wheel crooked still

press down the brake hard
	release the handbrake
shift into neutral
	and push it into the yard

dry grasses lie in clumps
	through cold winter bitter cold
softening the curves of hard steel
	still lying there beneath

lying down upon the grass
	poking sharply into my flesh
gazing into belts and gears
	finding pins to undo

set them on the footboard
	so they will not be lost
bright steel on worn footpad
	glittering in morning sun

rising from the grass
	going into dark garage
where the mower deck does lie
	under webs that spiders spun

seeking grips that are safe
	not edges of sharp steel
with straining muscles lift
	and stagger into the light

Sun the cool was
	shining softly a moment ago
too hotly now beats down
	on my stumbling steps

to red tractor now return
	and carefully lowered the deck
and push it underneath
	and most carefully it align

swinging levers to attach
	and set with shining pins
drag bar to attach
	and cables set in place

loops of metal with oil slick
	most carefully must undo
that belts of rubber frayed
	on pulleys then be placed

sun does hotly pierce
	my flesh as task is done
and grass hives have made
	itching fiercely on my flesh

opening the hinged hood
	the oil level to check
the gas tank to be filled
	and the stopcock to undo

my pants of denim blue
	within the pocket deep
lies the shining key
	that the power will be free

hands now soiled with black grease
	the choke now engages
the lock now is undone
	and captive lightning is set free

cranking coughing sounds
	engaging into a roar
white smoke briefly does blow
	as the engine settles down

carefully the lever I set
	to the proper speed
shift it into the right gear
	and the brake release

lurching it forward goes
	and I steer it into place
long winter grass to mow
	that green it might now become

grabbing the lever long
	the deck height to be set
the power takeoff to engage
	sharp blades spinning cut

the tractor now does shake
	and with roaring forward goes
cutting down the tender life
	on a warm spring day
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