Pixabay image

Free Verse Poetry

A Boy, a Goddess &

Vibrating ㅤthe lawn mowerㅤsat
spitting ㅤthreatening to stall
“Where the hell are you, boy?”
/shuttered in branches ㅤbrittle, ancient past
cracking with weight
ㅤ/a knowing mouth filled
to something long gone
still tastes, to him ㅤ…in reckless familiar.