The Men from Mongolia

one man from Mongolia arrived in my garden;
he furiously rides his bicycle in a strong wind.
another man came home from Mongolia this afternoon
after chasing vultures that fly away effortlessly
in an afternoon breeze regardless of noisy helicopters.
one wooden man in my garden leads a happy life
here, watching over irises and poppies,
as does the young man who walked in the door
seeking yummy food, like already sliced watermelon,
chocolate ice cream and corn on the cob.
Life is good for the two men from Mongolia.