Yard Work
by Mae Grey
· 05/04/2026
Published 05/04/2026 06:45
The cat is a shadow
under the hydrangea.
The dew is a cold shock,
the kind that stops the heart for a second.
I’m standing in the clover
doing the math on granite.
Two thousand for the slab,
five hundred for the name.
The soles of my feet are stained
a bright, chemical green.