Cool Water Poem by manny moreno

Cool Water



Summer evening
in the jardin
the jalapenos
tomatoes
cilantro
squash
quench from
the water hose,

the sun
hides behind
an old lemon tree,
overshadows half
the yard with a
respite of shade,

Grandpa Antonio
wearily bends
over and pulls-up
out wet soil
a green onion,
nibbles off a piece,
hands me
the water hose
of cool water
I drink
and smiles
first time today.

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