Mower Power
A small bee
flew up to me --
buzzing, all a-fuss
in my face:
myself, about to clip a
flowering weed~ using
fancy, dynamic, power mover --
apparently, the bee
hadn’t yet finished his
morning shopping hour….
The mower wants to slice --
the point of the bee,
better think twice…
blades and weeds
and dominant man
from the little prick
I wisely ran….
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2024
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