brown leather,
his face worn with sun.
with life
and time
passing. always in his yard
reaching.
a garden hose in hand.
his white hat tipped
to hide the sun.
the grapes across
the trellis.
the sunflowers taller
than a man. tomatoes
and corn,
lettuce translucent
and green.
everything would grow
under his kind words,
his gentle command
each seed pushed down.
as a child how could know
who he was,
what this was all about.
but now as you kneel
to ground, and wait,
you understand.
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