Our Gardens

Picture this garden

It is an old garden

This grass is richly green

As it is an old garden

The plants are grown

The patio slabs embroidered with tiny leaves

There she sits

In the corner of this garden

The swing does not move

And the light in the shed is not on

The lights of the house are not on

There she sits in the corner of this garden.

Picture this garden

This is a younger garden

The grass is patchy

But the flowers and the fruit trees grow passionately

And each peach drops heavily

And the flags waves fervently

On a spring morning

The decking creeks

And the pots fall and roll

There he sits

And the cat curls about his feet

Cigarette tipped between fingers

And the cat curled about his feet.