spending money

it was an old

lawn

mower.

rusted,

and worn, the blades

dulled

by years

of mowing the tall

weeds,

the wet grass.

and yet it started

with a pull

of the rope,

it growled then

choked out a belly

full of blue

smoke,

then away we went.

across the neighbor

hood,

a gallon of gas,

a rake,

a bag

and by days end

a pocket full of money

to spend.