How Well He Nurtured What He Planned to Pluck

His garden, after he ripped away zoysia, the second year  of his third marriage. Tomatoes, cucumbers, lettuce, verdant rows  of earth softened into beds swaddling seedlings until harvest, (this is      not)  a corner left for my flowers. (the story) His cigarette smoke looped      the sky,  we watched it twirl, fade into […]