Lockdown poems

Day 24

«Day 24», by Abby Haber

at least the grass is still growing
the suburbans tell themselves
who to reassure themselves mow
the lawn every morning

it will not take spring from us
they say over the hedges
we no longer have the sound of cars
remains the motors of mowers

why greenery
would suffer from decibels
we love poetry

of one-cylinder motors
strips of cut grass
make greens and verses

Samuel Deshayes, french version here