Tonight, Genevieve and I
toured pretty yards
in Pleasant Grove.
She told me the names of plants
and sometimes
she could only remember the Latin ones.
I didn't mind.
One house had antiques
instead of flowers.
I told Genevieve
that house was for me.
The shadows and the late afternoon sun
were irresistible.
I felt like a queen,
surveying my kingdom.
They had the most perfect grass
I had ever seen.
It was the perfect activity.
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