his gentle nature

in the rain,

he goes out, shirtless

to tend

to his garden.

tomatoes and peppers,

leaf lettuce.

i see him

over the fence. we wave.

he's kind

to his garden,

gentle with the clippers,

the weeds,

brushing away

the many flies

and bees.

he's different outside

than he is

when he goes in.

his voice his loud then,

he throws things

at the missus.