Mowing my yard
on a hot June afternoon
listening to Neil Young.
Belting out my
best tortured falsetto
over the drone
of the electric motor.
Discovering a dip
under the fence
where a rabbit
has gained access
to my backyard,
Peter Rabbit
munching on my
butterfly bushes.
Searching for
a heart of gold
and I'm getting old.
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