by underswansea

we talk plants
his marijuana is six feet high
but gets too much light
he says.

the couch is askew

the birds have left the feeder
a mound of paperwork
threatens to block the window
which would do the plants good.

the wind has picked up

it seems to rain a little each day

it is darker in the morning

we are heading in the other direction

he says he can’t live in the winter

it is tough to keep it from closing in.

he makes wine in the fall

from grape juice brought from italy

cats sprawl on the carpet

feeling the summer heat

i tell him he should rename the place

the cat ranch.

he gets a kick out of that

and we drink

more warm beer.