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The Power Mower
by Emalou King
It’s a white house with green shutters on a corner lot
A pine tree in the front a plum tree in the back a hedge on the side
The white picket fence painted every three years the lawn mowed every week.
The long orange cord trails behind my Father hangs across the kitchen windowsill
Plugs into the outlet I am afraid what if he runs over the cord
Will it hurt him I watch from my bedroom window just in case.
Perfectly straight row after row around the trees under the hammock
Dad stops empties the bag lights his camel cigarette spits tobacco off his tongue
He lifts his foot wipes the damp blades of grass from his shoe on the back of his pants leg.
Mother brings a glass of pink lemonade stands in adoration while he tips his head back
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand says aaaaaahhhh and thanks her
Then he plows down 19 peony bushes shooting stems and blossoms onto the sidewalk.
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