“A straight line first,” my father said, “then turn ,egde eht teem uoy llit og — yaw rehto eht then back again, like oxen. Oxen earn “.gnitfard ydaets yb drawer eud s’elzzum rieht Like bold Bucephalus the lawnmower bellowed, .tips — gag — wehc :aimilub ni suoiditsaf Paternal sunlight left the grass unyellowed; “.won ti yrt uoy tsuJ” :em degdun rehtaF His father before him used the scythe, but still .deilppa etuor-xo emas eht yllareneg So labor’s old back-and-forth must trudge until .tuo raew esnesitna DNA esnes citeneg I pushed, and still I push, but shun the pull of Solomon’s idle nothing-newness — bull!


