the peppers

your father gives
you a bag full of ripe
tomatoes.
fat and red.
at least a dozen.
off the vine
from his small squared
garden next
to the air conditioner
unit, and long hoe
that leans
with the handle
worn from
a summers work.
you see where his
hands have found
the sweet spot
along the wood.
the peppers aren't
quite ready, he says.
so come back
soon for them.