I push the mower at dusk. Fireflies rise from the yard, oncoming headlights. I swerve, cross back, cut grass that’s already shorn.
I push the mower at dusk. Fireflies rise from the yard, oncoming headlights. I swerve, cross back, cut grass that’s already shorn.
Tags: CNFtweet


© 2006–2009 Spitball Army — Sitemap — Cutline by Chris Pearson
© 2007-2013 Spitball Army All Rights Reserved
0 responses so far ↓
There are no comments yet...Kick things off by filling out the form below.
Leave a Comment