BY LAWRENCE HALL
Enjoying the way the light falls on the grapes
And marvelling how green the grass still is
An August day of dragging hoses, washing dishes
Watching hummingbirds while doing the laundry
Pulling up the last exhausted tomato vines
Feeding the dogs and cats, mowing the lawns:
The summery hours of heat and work and sweat
Considering the clouds and praying for rain
Enjoying the way the light falls on the grapes
And marvelling how green the grass still is
And, in the evening, a glass of iced tea
And then the news –
What planet are they on?
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