The rain means no watering can
Earth black and rich as oil
I might send in an envelope
In lieu of a tuition payment
Weeds love the rain
As do tender shoots of plants
Weeds by virtue of location
Feeling guilty every time I hoe down a flower
For seeking sheltering shade of a rose bush
Wondering if I should have used sunscreen
Worried more about the gnats
Feel like I'm breaking out
Into hives of gnat-bites
Or forgetting an encounter
With a garlic-resistant vampire
Munching tortilla sandwich under a tree
Mulch digging into my pants
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