I couldn't mow the lawn
each day the rain streamed down the windows
I pressed my nose against the glass and pouted.
the grass kept growing, tall enough for the seed
heads to bend over in a humid, not wet, breeze.
my dog disappeared in the backyard,
only a black tail waved in the grasses.
the mower complained as I pushed her into
the tall stands of grass, I wonder where my
lawnboy is, he knows how to cut the grass.