The Lawn Mower

 

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My neighbor mows his lawn by the light of the moon. I listen to the whirr of the tractor’s motor grow near, and then recede. As if he follows the glow as the earth revolves, and the moon rises, or appears to. What does he think about, out there in the dark? His father recently died. Grief grips us by the lapels, throws us off balance. Maybe it is only under the cover of darkness that he finds solace. All the sudden, unbidden memories becalmed by the clamor of the engine. Maybe the moon massages the nostalgia into something manageable.

 

spring rain
seeds germinate
a flood of wildflowers

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For dverse Haibun Monday. Something I don’t do nearly enough of….

 

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19 thoughts on “The Lawn Mower

  1. My first reaction was horror that a neighbor would be mowing his lawn by the moon (the noise may bother his neighbors) and then I quickly changed my view to support as he comes to term with his father’s recent death. Maybe it’s therapeutic…certainly would be cooler than the hot sun. I love your hopeful haiku.
    Gayle ~

  2. I believe that it’s lines like this that make real writers (everyone who writes is a real writer, I mean real as in realism… I think is how I mean it): Maybe the moon massages the nostalgia into something manageable. It’s taking those philosophical meanderings, those thought trails about normal behavior that turn a phrase and make the mundane seem ponderous.

  3. First of all, it’s a joy to have you back at dVerse.. So nice to see your new website Steph.. I love how the haibun almost starts with the nuisance of a neighbor moving his lawn to sympathy with his loss, even a sense of mirroring and nuisance becomes something all together different…

  4. I can’t imagine someone doing this but each of us handles grief differently. I admire this part most:

    Grief grips us by the lapels, throws us off balance. Maybe it is only under the cover of darkness that he finds solace.

    Thanks for joining us for Haibun Monday ~

  5. Grief grips us by the lapels, throws us off balance…. beautifully expressed. And I like how your haiku associates spring with germinating memories! Perfect.

  6. I do admire anyone who would mow the lawn by the light of the moon. Strikes me as a very relaxing time to mow….and I would not doubt at all that he finds solace out there in the darkness.

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