Diversion

Scents of bleach                                                                 

carried by breezes,

from bed sheets

flouncing on clotheslines

propped above

a young boy,

mesmerized by an ant

crawling through a jungle

of new mown grass.

Connections to

his growing world,

interrupted

by Mom,

calling for a stop

to this dawdle.

“There’s work

to be done,

and the mower won’t

work by itself.”

- Jerry Wendt 2016