grass
mow the grass
mow the grass
until there comes a time
when you’re no longer
present
available
interested
then
I mow the grass
I mow the grass
until there comes a time
when I’m no longer
concerned about having a lawn
so I move on, somewhat relieved
grass is plentiful in our city parks
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the variation in the three movements capture the falling off well
yes three movements in this poem!