When things go right in the Land of Saw Blade Flowers,
lightning bugs pour from saw horses,
string themselves above the deck
and disappear on the heel of the last shoe off.

When things go right in the Land of Saw Blade Flowers,
eyes like knives bite sharp on the task,
google around, spin to rest,
and sit with a cold beer softening off.

When things go right in the Land of Saw Blade Flowers,
fresh cut grass gets sucked into night,
makes a point; blossoms with talk.
Hard work pays off.

Amy Cunningham 2017