The work, the lawn
carved up into a series of squares
crisp edges, overlapping rows
breaking all up
a section at a time.
Like parts of a maze,
a prayer labyrinth
in the segments, the squares
the rectangles and the edges,
all woven, walked
A series of squares,
around the trees, the pines
at the edge of the hill,
between the beds
the soccer field
A pattern of pieces
together a whole
watching the skies
for the clouds above
rounding each corner
to finish the whole
May 24, 2009
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