the old house dream again

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This time mostly about the side garden 

of which there was none due to the postage stamp lot.

This dream garden was gorgeous, lush, huge,

including rows of tall colorful
flowering somethings;

vegetables and to-be-cut flowers.

Big green leafy vegetation
shone with nighttime's leftover cool humidity
as early summer sun streamed to that little spot of earth. 

The old neighbor lady peered through 
her teetering adjoining garage door,
(in reality no doors; tiny, built for model T's)
pretending not to notice us
not the runaway foliage.
Pretending from her garage dirt floor,
every hint of green banished.

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