the man
in the yard, the long stretch
of thick
grass,
is bent to it.
hunch over,
his knees in the soft dirt.
his hands
busy
with weeds
and seed.
twisting
a fence to keep the rabbits
out.
he's not much
older than me.
which
is a concern
as i watch him through
the window,
waiting on water
to boil
for tea.
No comments:
Post a Comment