up on
warm hose water from Mr. Green's
back yard,
the long
black hose wound tightly
and neat
against his brick home,
and line of
gorgeous roses, i'm taken aback
by the waiter's offer
of tap,
or spring, or sparkling.
asking me which one he
should bring.
such a luxury these days
to have choice
and not have
to run the hose for five minutes
to get the bugs
and snakes out,
and to cool it down.
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