A Wasteful Thing

Its an odd thing to think of in February,

even in north Florida

 we don’t cut our yards this time of year.

Yet, here I am, thinking

of the smell of half burnt gas and oil,

mixed with the smell of fresh cut grass

drying and fermenting in the summer heat.

Two of my favorite smells,

not sure which I prefer,

but if I had cologne

that was a mix of both

I would wear it with a swagger,

even though the whole concept

of lawns and mowing are a waste

and a crime against the earth.

Some sins have such a sweet smell,

even knowing better doesn’t

sway our attraction.

Bring on early summer

and the sound of mowers.