Sauntering slow—through
lawn
after fence-
defined
neighborhood lawn—and admittedly
relishing
that fresh smell
of mowed grass—until,
feeling a bit
rushed by the
thick throes
of the kind
of wind that often means
swift rain
is about to come on,
I suddenly
shivered
with the blustery
thought—
that I've
just never been
all that
cut-
out for aggression.
