He mowed a path across the grass.
Brown earth’s showing. She watches on,
Her arms crossed, silently judgemental.
Written for Ink in Thirds (Three Line Thursday), the word is “fold” although it’s not to be included in the poem – only it’s insinuation. Some artwork is created using Midjourney AI, and is identified as such in the ALT text or captioned. Images are copyright and not to used without permission, which I willingly give when asked, and when not for commercial use. Imagery and poems/prose ©Misky 2006-2024.

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