Summer 2012
- Zach Lella
- Nov 27, 2017
- 1 min read
Dad brings me outside
one summer afternoon.
The blazing hot sun burning me
like my head is in the oven.
I don’t know why I’m out here.
My friends are down the block swimming.
I walk into the shed
and the smell of gasoline
hits me like I had just been punched.
I pull the string of
the lawn mower for the first time.
Dad says I’m gonna be
the new landscaper.
It was the first of many
times I cut the grass.
Dust getting in my eyes,
sneezing like crazy.
But I kept mowing
and the other kids kept swimming.
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