what's going on over there?

i hear the neighbor

in her

yard,

messing around

in the dirt.

she's wearing a sundress,

bright yellow

and flip flops.

it looks like lettuce

in her hand

from my second

story window.

she's wearing a bicycle

helmet.

but i don't see

any bicycle.

now she's digging

something up

with a trowel.

what is that?

parsley?

spinach?

i want to yell out,

what are you doing?

but i don't.

i go back to my book,

and where

i left off.