A rake and spade lean against
a lemon tree, they are both crusty
in their view of the world;
shrivelled bacon on a summer’s grill,
and the rain has started,
droplets that hiss.
Rain trickles down wooden
shafts, the lawn sighs as does
the gardener when glancing
through yesterday’s newspaper,
“The cost of implements today”
he remarks, turns to repair
his ageing, weathered companions.
