There’s the yard we talked about
a lighthouse, a canon, a rusty pump,
a burro, a Mexican asleep beneath his hat.
Dutch children holding tulips,
a wheelbarrow of sweetpeas,
two garden gnomes with crinkled hats,
three geese dressed for Halloween,
a wooden lady with red bloomers,
six pink flamingos by the door,
a giant butterfly stuck on the shed.
Joe and Ida in 1961,
decided children weren’t for them.
Too much time and trouble,
we want to see the world, be creative,
run our lives without the diapers,
ballgames, PTA.
Afternoons and Saturdays
Ida weeds the peonies and pansies,
touches up the paint on the Dutch children,
Joe trims with care the grass around the gnomes.
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