An Empty Gas Can Renga Poem by Allen Ross

Sunday afternoon
Why can't grass rest for one day
Like the Bible says

Evil Kentucky Bluegrass
My yard knows no religion

If I was a lawn
I would be crab grass for sure
You'd know about it

But I'm not, I'm just a man
in charge of cutting the grass

No football for me
No hammock under the tree
No chips and cold beer

I have to find my work boots
then drive through traffic again

My lawnmower knew
long before I ever did
what I had not planned

Internal combustion needs
what is not in my gas can