Toy Lawnmower
To learn to mow the grass,
pretend to mow the grass.
Pretend enough and you’ll
get good. Playtime trains
the wobbly, imprecise body
for how it will be later, give
it fifteen years and the plastic
imitation of a mower will
be replaced with the real
deal, blades, sliced grass.
Why, when things are cut,
do they smell like they are
growing, strong, wild. Give
it time, it means you, give
yourself over to the force of
years, see how growing back
does not work as you thought
it did, how the grass glows
green at night. Fifteen summers
from now, you’ll be able to hire
the boy next door who will be
born next year, he will offer
to give you a hand around the
yard, to give you his hands.