napowrimo day 16

by larapayne

Our Street

Carry dishes of water to the seedlings
wilting in this early heat.

Remove the screen so the bee
can bumble out. Listen to the echo
of bee and child in the empty house,

scene of parties before she was born.
Hard to remember such a time.
Such longing, and how full life felt.

Consider peony thievery. Pick sage
through the wire fence, flavor
our fall holidays. Pull squirrel sown
seedling trees up by their roots.

Build fences from fallen limbs,
keep the dogs from the newest plants.
Listen to the hollow sound of their
barks, bouncing from brick and tree.

Nurture and hinder growth,
all towards the same goal:
enough sunlight, enough water.

Continued hope for rain, and a desired
abundance.

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