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lawn mowing shoes
green into summer—
shirtless sweat sheen

hum a little ditty:
ladybugs flower flit
ripped screen flaps

july moon bending
slides between sheets
a sonata compressed

half of what is
owed is less than
freedom’s promise:
the debt long over-
due, the agency’s
men at the door
& they are here
to stay; get used
to it—we dragged
them here by
our own undoing
& now it is time
to pay what we
have avoided,
squirmed out of,
broken promises
of check in the mail
& fair elections
left on the table
uncollected &
don’t forget almost
three hundred years
of interest.

rain again &
all night the
frog chorus
isn’t sure
whether to
sing mezzo
piano or
mezzo forte
& settles on
fortissimo
so I hope
the heron
has a good
breakfast

rain delay:
green fields blossom
cleat marks