A garden shot.
My place of mediation
and communion with Mother Earth.
There is no racial profiling in the garden,
no victimhood and no guilt.
Just cool people who plant seeds
clear out weeds, and watch things grow.
We share the watering hose.
Another garden shot.
Too much shaking of the camera
to use in the final assignment.
Children are playing kickball on
an asphalt court in the background.
The garden also borders
the community pool. When drenched
with sweat from gardening work
I’ve often wanted to take a cool dip.
Haven’t done it yet.