Thoughts While Mowing the Lawn

How many lawns have I mown
over the past 50 years?
I hope that prescription didn’t get lost
in the mail, such a confusing system.
Will Laura and the kids come over this afternoon,
while Chris is at his barbecue?
Damn dog, does he have to shit
all over the lawn, I mean
can’t he go . . .
“Honey, when you come down can you
bring me a cold drink? Yes,
iced tea is fine.”
Father’s Day tomorrow,
I wonder if Dave will call me, he mentioned
that the phone service on Curaçao
is not very good,
but he’ll get a call off somehow I’m sure . . .
I’ve got to take a picture
of those white flowers
all puffed out like exploding stars
on the climbing hydrangea
that never had flowers before.
Did the mail get here yet, I’m expecting . . .
I wonder - over the past 50 years
how many lawns have I mown?