Our neighbors tend our growing things
while we’re away.
They need a modicum of care
when we’re not there.
(Our “growing things” that is. and not our neighbors).
Our neighbors tend themselves quite well
when we’re away —
at least I hope they do.

When we get home
we join again our tending neighbors.
We thrive a little more
because of those next door —
the ones who water plants
when we are absent.

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