September in the Rain

The noise arrives first, vibrating the sliding glass door in its track.

Then the chipped red metal and knobby, grass-covered wheels appear from behind a tree.

The lawnmower man is outside singing September In The Rain above his machine’s thunderings.

He has the gait of purpose and without a moment’s hesitation pushes deliberately around each mud encircled tree, clipping every last blade of grass along the dirty edges.

Atop his smooth dark head, a transparent yellow visor is worn backward and upside-down as if nothing could be less important.

It’s a mere nod to local fashion.

But, possibly, a badge of pride or honor.

With a glance, his gleaming eyes assert as much.

And then he is gone from sight, becoming nothing more than a lingering noise in the distance.

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4 thoughts on “September in the Rain

  1. There you are again! Ya, it’s so good, I’ve bookmarked it! By the way, I’m wondering which theme I like best…this one or the other one. This one is more interesting but the poem looks better on the other one! Ah themes, I’m gonna mess around with a few over the weekend.

    Again, excellent poem, one of the best I’ve read this week.

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    • Thank you, kolembo! Glad you read it on both blogs. I look forward to your comments, always helpful.

      Yeah, themes can be tricky. Sometimes the fonts aren’t always reader friendly. Yours is real clean and easy to read.

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  2. The opening sentence is fantastic here. It’s just the kind of little detail that takes the reader’s mind right to the setting of the poem. Perfect. šŸ™‚

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