She pushes a mower in bursts
hair glows in the brief sun, dark red
aqua, powder blue
the resident black-bird and cats
have ceded the garden
to her bustle-about, prunings, care
He watches
gaunt, jaundice-yellow, grey
PS currently off sick, so a little behind on most things
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Roman Proverb
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