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5. The Mowers Part II
The mowers have left an uncut patch
where the riders park their bikes in the rack. You�ve closed your eyes and are breathing deep nature�s perfume of fresh cut grass. The warm wind blows your hair and it falls across your eyes in a way that, for lack of a better phrase, thrills me. Something about it makes you seem carefree or wild, yes that�s it, wild and untamed. How exotic you are when your hair falls forward across your eyes,shading their rich brownness from me, like a Serengeti cat hiding in the grass. And when you push it aside to find me watching you, you are not surprised. |