As I mow, I pass again and again upon the same path,
Each round a little enlarging my mowed domain.
I cannot avoid contact with the living beings I kill.Thistles aborted, young and yet unborn dandelions,
Wild asters, vetch, various miscellaneous living beings, and
Weeds whose claim to life is as strong as mine.I know that I trespass and more than trespass upon
Tiny violets, ground orchids, oxalis, clover of various kinds,
And yet I go on, my riding mower carrying me in ease.I mow ahead, perspiring, knowing that the cocktail hour nears,
Knowing that the sweet embrace of the redeeming shower
Will cleanse me of part of this.
---James Bolner, Sr.
Bodoc
Good Friday
April 13, 2001