A day on the mow job

 I occupied the side seat
The smell of degreaser and cigarette smoke
A reminder he offered me one then a joke
We were on the road to our first job

I was learning the routes
Learning how to cut and mow
Learning how to see flow
New to it all barely twenty years old

every blade of grass stripped with the weed eater line
coughing and spluttering along the path around the sign
Hissing and whirring each job an attempt to prove myself
I mistakenly thought I could do it all without any help