rainy day –
a different sort
of backache
windy day –
his mother follows
holding her hat
me and my pregnant friend
worry that our tomatoes
will never ripen
dry leaves
hearing the blackbirds
in the shadows
garden path
left bruised by
berry-fed birds
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