I’d wrench free the blade
from the mouth of this mower,
let the grass cascade
in waves that crest into seed,
if I might still sail
within the shores of my lawn —
this propellerless
vessel plying back and forth,
pressing out ripples
with these wheels, in even rows
that echo through fall’s stillness.
About Kevin Casey
Kevin Casey has contributed poems to recent editions of Green Hills Literary Lantern, Hartskill Review, Rust + Moth, decomP, and other publications. His new chapbook, "The wind considers everything --” was recently published by Flutter Press, and another from Red Dashboard is due out later this year.
