Summer's Song
The roar of the mowers
forever fills the air.
Morning, afternoon and
evening, the tune
plays more often
than the hottest 45
did during the
payola scandals.
Time for us all to
take a few classes
and learn to plant
native grasses.
The prompt for this poem is forever.
Links
CloudBursT Jewish Poetry Event--May 21
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