we pushed our mower
up the street
cutting lawns.
our sneakers turned green
from the cut
wet grass,
our skin
bronze, our hair blonde.
by the end of summer
we each had
nearly
a hundred dollars.
rich beyond belief.
it occurred to me,
as i put the money away
in my wooden
box that working hard
had results,
but the days would be
long
and the years would
stretch out,
go on and on. it didn't
matter though,
i could do it and so could
John.
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