her knees perpetually swollen, red
I came on Saturdays to dig till sundown
Silent or singing
until
hands washed and wine uncorked
until
knives out chopping fruits of our labor
onions, peppers,
garlic, cilantro
and almost too few tomatoes
for our salsa
to sit and share
I begged - there must be some way
to keep the rabbits
from stealing your tomatoes,
no?
She smiled, sipped her wine and said -
If I want tomatoes Dear,
I can go to the market
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