It’s going to be okay

I smell the fresh cut grass

I love it when I hear

The lawn mowers across the street

Right before the school day

The scent of the new grass

Giving birth to my passages

Afternoon Saturdays and morning hours

Filled with lawn mowers

Across the neighborhood

After school with Scooby-Doo and fruity snacks

Vibration and gasoline love

The sound of lawn mowers

Telling me that every thing

Is going to be all right

Reminded of childhood

Forgetting the now

Traveling back in time

To crushes, child’s play, and freedom of toys

© 1998 David Greg Harth

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