Napo 5: Why I Never Mow the Lawn
I had a little fun today. I read "I Knew a Woman" by Roethke and thought I'd write my own sexy lawn mowing poem. Only I never mow the lawn...
Why I Never Mow My Lawn
As far as our neighbors are concerned,
There’s nothing worse than lovegrass
Taking over the yard. Lovegrass having her way
With the a lawn, a patch of grass,
Or witchgrass flourishing, showing off
Her bare seeds for the cul-de-sac to see.
Oh dear, chickweeds with alabaster petals
Are about to bloom. The foxtails curl and flop.
A patch of clovers whiten. The stinkgrass spreads
Unashamed. A bloom of sunflowers
Open their petals like a robe for all the street to see,
the button in the middle begging the bees to touch
the center of themselves. Oh, every single spring
I love the saturnalia Of weeds intermingling,
smutgrass spreading, sandburs pricking my skin,
the morning glories pink and filled with glory.
The HOA has other plans and issues a citation:
Mow it down or else? This spring, I’ll take the ticket,
Thank you very much, and wade into the tall grass
To feel it tickling against my naked legs.