She peered at them all,
through the glass.
the sun shines bright
on sweet foreheads
Hands in the dirt,
toes in too.
a shovel digging,
brains a thinking.
On goes the water,
out comes the hose.
the cool droplets turn
expressions into giggles
She wipes her hands
pours herself iced tea
a moment of peace
her heart swells times three.
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