Tuesday, May 06, 2008

May 06, 2008

Through the window now open
after the cold of last week,
I hear our neighbour’s gas
lawn mower as he works
the spinning blades
across his front yard.

It’s four in the afternoon,
he’s home from work.
This morning, in the still cool,
I mowed our yard.
You’ve asked me to define
retirement. This is it.

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