the old man's garden next door.
the tall
black eyed Susans
peering over my fence.
the trellis
full of grapes,
the tomatoes,
the peppers, even a pear
tree
in the corner
with
green ornaments catching
sunlight.
i see him out there,
weeding, and watering,
his wide hat
tilted on his tanned face.
sometimes
he looks over
at my yard
and laughs.
he tells me, i can help you
next spring,
all you have to do
is ask.
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