I do not pray, but I often think of your garden before I go to bed, the white stakes poking out of the ground labeled with the name of seeds, a sort of prayer themselves. The ground here is slick and muddy when it rains and has to be scraped from the sidewalks and back into beds, so you must have bought soil and laid it out for everything to take root before you began to plant.
Dear Neighbor,
Dear Neighbor,
Dear Neighbor,
I do not pray, but I often think of your garden before I go to bed, the white stakes poking out of the ground labeled with the name of seeds, a sort of prayer themselves. The ground here is slick and muddy when it rains and has to be scraped from the sidewalks and back into beds, so you must have bought soil and laid it out for everything to take root before you began to plant.