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Jonathan Moya
Poems
Jul 23
The Fruit of All My Labors
I hate mowing the lawn,
hate the way it sends chinch bugs
flying to the stars after the rain.
In my dreams, however, I have lots of land,
and delight in sculpting neat parallel rows
with my tractor- over and over, on and on,
aerating the start of warrens and burrows
for rabbits and woodchucks to finish their
tunnels, for deer to graze my flowers, weeds.
In the morning the milkweed blossoms,
bringing supping butterflies. At night,
the fireflies rise painting the darkness.
When the grass grows high and itβs time
to mow again, I will close my eyes,
and feel the biting bugs and buzzing flies
mating dreamscapes in the coming dusk.
#labor
Written by
Jonathan Moya
63/M/Chattanooga, TN
(63/M/Chattanooga, TN)
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