Monday, 24 August 2015

Mowing into memory

late August evening
a hazy day with smoke blowing in from forest fires
west and south of here
the sound of a lawn mower a few houses
yards away
catapulted me back many years and nestled into bed
the restless bed time when the clock says now
and the sun says not yet
the struggle with restlessness as you hear the neighbourhood around you
patter of older kids still out riding bikes
the party next door
the grass being shorn
how hard it was to roll over into the land of dreams
when so much was happening
right outside the window

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