Day 24
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