NaPoWriMoDay 14

The Mules Were Eerily Absent That Summer Afternoon

I mowed my lawn like a Franz Kline painting.
When I asked my neighbor what she saw,
she climbed on her roof for a better view.
This was actually very thoughtful and more
than I was hoping for. I kind of wanted her
to dismiss it so I could feel culturally superior.
When she got up to her roof, she dropped a dead
bird down in the center of my lawn. There,
she said, now it looks like a Rauschenberg.
It was so moving that I was immediately
suspicious and snuck a peek up her skirt.
Not a mule part for miles. I was in love.