I'm piling leaves into huge brown Kraft bags for
the City Compost program,
I'm sweating in the heat, my hands buried in long
leather gardening gloves up to my elbows to protect
against abundant thorns.
it's coming along, I see blossoms and green shoots
underneath and am reminded of the miracle of
new life, returning growth, rejuvenation.
She, on the other hand, has closed her eyes against
the sun, positively baking, every black
inch of her body absorbing the heat,
she's barely awake,
but insists that she's supervising.