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Zinfandel and Southern Heat
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Humor Weeds everywhere
Overgrown shrubs
Needs a manicure
I called Toby,
the yard man,
He came right over
Funny, I never noticed
those muscles before.
Watching from the deck,
sipping zinfandel,
I watched him throw
the blue t-shirt
over the swing.
His tanned chest
damp in sweat from
the hot Florida sun,
an occasional tug at
his jeans seemed
manly.
He squinted his eyes
to look up,
I knew he was thirsty;
I was too.
I offered a cool drink,
He chose water -
I knew he would
The lawn perfectly
trimmed, he stood on the
deck to collect payment
for his labors.
Two hours.
Thirty dollars seemed
a small amount to
pay...
Toby, shirt thrown over
his shoulder,
walked away, stepped up
into the pickup.
"See ya, Ma'am."
Yeah, Toby,
Be seeing you...
I poured another glass
of zinfandel, leaned back,
and waited for the
weeds to grow.
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