fresh weeds
On a next door chair, idly outside a neighbor perched greets with a nod.
An up and down rhythm, percussion beat,
He crushes aluminum cans, and my feet
Walk in sync with a strident barrage
hushing this silence there in his garage.
Then beside a pickup brought for a ride
I step side luck that shoulders provide.
Another dog barks. The poor driver parks.
Some lured advent - pure, steadfast sweet summer dew
soon brothers down heat, from streets gingerly past
plants she'd so seeded, found beautifully last
June.
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