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7. The Mowers Part IV
The mowers have left an uncut patch
where the riders park their bikes in the rack. There are a few pieces of grass caught in your hair, your cheeks are flushed, and I remember what you told me once. But despite everything we�ve shared, each day brings a new goodbye. Each parting is no indicator of what the next day will bring. But like a shared sunset, we learn to appreciate temporal beauty. If everyday were Heaven, we would spend our time together, but then we wouldn�t need this poem to make the moment last. |