Mowing Grass and Marriage

It can happen at any moment.
But usualy after dinner
On a tiered Monday.
We mow the grass.
You cut zig zag mad
Across the yard.
I polish blocks with neatness.
You cut gentle curves around the trees
I strain to smooth the rows
Plough straight.
Sometimes, not often, I cut a curve
You do the smoothing.

Then the baby throws up.
We laugh.
The tension ends.
Our love moves forward.

The photo today is of the Atlantic Ocean off Cape Cod.