The Engine
The door opens, wheels turn,
the cord pulls over and over till
the engine roars to life.
Smoke billows out the top.
Push, blades turn, grass falls.
The sun’s blistering
rays beat down on my tireless skin.
Sweat pours down just as rain falls in drops
to the ground.
Finally—stop. The grass is cut, and the engine
dies.
The wheels turn slower than before.
The garage door opens, and I store the mower.
I feel the cool drops of
lemonade on my tongue and down my throat.
Now, back outside, and again I hear the
sound of the engine.
Luke