A big shoutout to Visual Verse for publishing Lawn Boy on a Train.
Here is my edited version. Special thanks to John Crozier for the featured image.
LAWN BOY ON A TRAIN Mark Tulin I'm a disoriented lawn boy. I have a gas mower, a leaf blower, and a weed whacker but no grass to cut, hedges to trim, weeds to whack, or leaves to blow. I'm a lawn boy without a purpose, no sense of direction on a train heading southbound to an uncertain destination, and the last station of despair. If I get off at the wrong exit, who says there will be uncut grass, and not cement or macadam? I am certain to lose time and money, needing to return the mower by the end of the day. But I will not let this railroad stand in my way. I'm going to push the choke, pull the starter and get the engine revving. Careful not to cross the yellow line, I mow invisible grass down the aisles, trim the corners of the seats, and think of the dreams I want to achieve— to be the best landscaper,the most creative topiary, suburbia has ever seen.
Crow On The Wire 
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