How am I the one sitting inside?
Tall ceilings, large windows, swimming pool.
I eat an apple, read for my college class, at a wooden desk in a vaulted and air conditioned room.
How are you the one outside?
Big hands, under the sun, clothes well worn, dirt-stained, sweaty.
You are focused on the lawn mower, the edging, outside the window you stride and watch the grass grow shorter.
Flowers hang like clusters of jellybeans on vines, color climbs roses up the wall,
and you snip things in the flowerbed below.
You are more valuable than what you are gardening
to me
do you know?
how did it come to be this way,
that I type away at 3:00 and snack on fruit,
and
you look in my window and smile.
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