The Price

It’s not even 9AM on lawn-mow Wednesday, and the guy to whom I pay a fortune is out there, chasing me off my quiet porch and ruining my second cup of coffee. Much as I love the smell of fresh-mowed green, I have to get inside, away from the roar.

All things
have their cost
even heaven

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Haibun Wednesday
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Haibun

7 thoughts on “The Price

  1. Haha! Never mind; you got a poem from it 🙂

    I love that smell, too. It has a name.

    Just Googled it and I couldn’t find it but I did learn that grass on one side of the lawn knows what’s coming and is prepared to resist, and now I have to call a paver to cement my lawn because the Day of the Triffids is almost upon us…

  2. Pingback: Haibun Wednesday, July 6, 2022 | Go Dog Go Café

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