the caretaker
of the land, the two houses
where we
lived,
trimmed the hedges,
swept
the pathways,
raked and repaired
the wood,
kept the fences up.
the pool clean.
he was kind and quiet,
efficient
at his job. rarely saying
a word,
just a tip of his beret.
a satchel of wine
around his
neck.
it was in Barcelona
and we were children.
and how surprised we were
when the man
took a burlap bag
full of kittens,
just born, down to the
sea to
drown them.
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