Suburban Lawns
undoubtedly some
would have otherwise stopped
in thought and mid-chatter uncertain
of what purpose he went
under the table
except for a boot untied
above a cup of coffee
a hurried breakfast
eaten between papers
is mostly left
what gasoline
an overloaded truck
was needed to fill
with a bed full
and a rack overhead
of garden tools
hung with all imaginable
items needed for tree
cutting to sprinkler pipes and leaf sacks
that would be tied and bundled
between the dark coffee furniture
overfed cats
and house plants
the only sounds are
wind chimes
distant freeway traffic
and the mowing of suburban lawns
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