Sylvia lines up flower pots
for replanting tidies
clutter on the bench while
James sits on a boulder
in the garden He loves to
watch her work he rolls up
his sleeves and sits in the deep shade.
Sylvia approaches with the pots
passes a mound of leaves notices
an apple core tossed onto the pile
a treat left for the squirrels.
James studies her she has an ordinary face
pleasurable to him familiar.
Wearing a sleeveless summer dress
with dainty buttons down the front
she looks clean and cool
the dress covers her generous curves
As she gets closer he smells the scent
of soap on her skin.
He gets up adjusts his hat so the wind
won't catch it puts his hands in his pockets
leans over kisses her cheek.
With both hands she touches his face
feels his skin so smooth from his shave
she loves his style hair parted to the side
polished boots pressed trousers
his father's pocket watch safely tucked away
just a glint of the chain flashes in the sun.
They talk while they plant flowers together
a tradition every year on the prairie farm.
Many wild flowers have already spread
bright reds and purples like berries
soft yellows and oranges like peaches.
James pulls the hose over to the spot just planted
he sprays a fine mist Sylvia by his side.
© Jaydean Krupski 2008