you wore a chemo pump
in a black fanny pack
as you told me
about the snakes
that were summer-bad
i’d seen the holes
marring the lawn
i mowed for you
that i so so hope
you’ll mow again
you praised the six
scrawny tomato plants
i set out in rainy april
we know how badly we need
that sweet red slicing
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