Costuloto Genovese in a Pennsylvania garden
Sprawls on fertile summer soil
As the Lawnboy tames the ryegrass border.
Bare skin broils for about an hour,
Served with a tall glass of water
And a juicy treat from that heirloom oasis.
Day 5 of NapoWrimo brings back memories of long summer days mowing grass as a teenager. I remember mowing the lawn of a nearby widow, Mrs. Phillips. She paid best of all – only a few dollars, but the ultimate reward was the juicy tomato sandwich she gave me from her garden when I finished!