Saturday Morning Chores

Burnt gasoline floating above a fresh mowed lawn
Bitter wafts drifting in from the Equestrian Park
American Beauties pruned by thorn kissed hands
Neighbors’ honeysuckles strangling my Rose of Sharons
Cats left a pile worse than Limburger cheese
Baked inside a brand new Mercedes
But my citrus blossoms make me think
Of marmalade mornings, cinnamon rolls,
And chocolate coated yesterdays

First published in the June 2012 issue of “Fresh Ink,” the publication of the Inland Empire Branch of the California Writers Club.

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