Summer evening
in the jardin
the jalapenos
tomatoes
cilantro
squash
quench from
the water hose,
the sun
hides behind
an old lemon tree,
overshadows half
the yard with a
respite of shade,
Grandpa Antonio
wearily bends
over and pulls-up
out wet soil
a green onion,
nibbles off a piece,
hands me
the water hose
of cool water
I drink
and smiles
first time today.
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