A Poem About Intentional Mowing

Flower Islands

White dots, blue spots, bright yellow stars

Pink  globes the size of hamster eggs

float in tangled rafts

on the calm surface of the newly cut lawn.


This is poem #1 of the 101 in a 1001 days, only 100 to go.

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