Lawn Mower

I've been on time-out

for four months;

crammed to the back

of your tool shed,

covered up by stuff

that had precedence in snow.

One time, I thought you

were gonna uncover me

like old times, but instead

you pushed me further back

and used me as a shelf

for shovel and salt.

But now it's spring, and I feel

warmth piercing

the walls of this old shed.

Pretty soon

you'll want me again,

and we'll finally be together

taking trips around your house

like two crazy fools.