It is August
and it has been
cooler than usual,
and I have been
sitting on the patio,
by the garden,
usually with
a cup of coffee
or a half of a beer,
and the garden
is wild this year,
because no one
has been tending it,
so I decided
to let nature decide
on the way
of the garden,
so the lilies
were huge
in July,
but all gone now,
and on this morning,
I looked at
the very tall weeds,
who have taken over,
and they are
magnificent,
I think,
but I suppose
nobody else would.
