Watering the Tomatoes


Watering the Tomatoes

How wonderful to be here when the bats begin to feed,

Lightening bugs among the basil,

 The sky a tender screed.

Not a breath is stirring,

Though the earth exhales her ease.

The insect chorus rising,

A peaceful summer’s eve.

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