Grass Cutting In Cwmdonkin Park                                                                                                   

Sickly sweet the smell of summer.
Grass screams its pain
beneath the mower's blade,
aromatic distress
on the warm still air.
A feisty Chihuahua
cocks his leg,
pissing on Dylan's bust
a long stream of yellow.
We must do the same.
Be ourselves, not follow
the long, winding 
adjectival trail.