2 thoughts on “10.4.10

  1. After reading, I imagined the sound of a lawnmower. Funny that that’s what your poem brought to mind. The grass is “fresh cut”, which means the lawnmower’s gone. Usually I associate fresh cut grass with the smell of fresh cut grass. The visual red-on-green was provided, so my mind chose sound over smell and illogically.


  2. Thanks for sharing your thoughts about reading this. I actually composed it while I was mowing my lawn. The neighbor’s had been mowed earlier in the day.

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