the smell of fresh cut grass

rarely

does anyone tell you that they love

their job,

that they can't wait

to get back

to work on Monday.

9 am sharp.

they never

tell you how they love taking

the bus

to the train

and then the five block walk

in the wind

and rain,

or how much

they love

their boss, or work mates.

but the new car

and bright green grass

in their yard

seems to make up for most of it.