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neighbors…

fogYesterday, they were out there, the two of them in their 80s, hunched over the plants that line the south side of their house. His plaid wool shirt a little too big now. Her scarf tied snug under her chin.

They pluck the last of the tomatoes, some still green, some wanly reddish, a few fully ripe, and when the plants are bare of fruit, he shovels them up, tosses them in the wheelbarrow, wheels them off somewhere. And she, bending deep from the waist, scoops soil back into the holes, digging and patting with her wrinkled fingers, repairing the bed for next year’s planting.

Today they’re gone, their house is gone, the trees, the grass, the carefully tended beds, the street between us, gone, in thick, enveloping fog.

2 responses to “neighbors…

  1. Old Jules October 19, 2011 at 9:04 am

    It ain’t the gone that really counts over the long haul. It’s the was there, thinks I.

  2. jik October 20, 2011 at 8:31 am

    betcha!
    thanks for reading.

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