Luke

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