A rectangle of blue-headed flowers,
And the 87-year old couple
Creep cross the lawn to the flowers,
They begin to weed
For much of a lifetime, weeds have filled buckets
…The years…
Fill heart and souls, as they (in every moment)…
Empty youth and life…
As for the weeds;
A maid will toss them to the alley.
They weed for two hours, in the hot days,
The rainy days, cool days, and then…
Creep, best as they can, across the lawn to the
Back door, pulling themselves up,
Handle their walkers and push indoors ….
It’s wonderfully creepy