Miguel’s Garden

Bluebells are growing, Miguel,

And some small white flower I cannot identify

But you had planted

Bright orange and yellow marigolds

To keep the insects from your tomatoes

No one would call it a yard

Just a patch, really

All the houses in this neighborhood take up more space than the grass

But you claimed your strip of dirt

You declared it a redeemed space

Placed a sign that read “Miguel’s Garden”

We all marvelled

It has been replaced, Miguel

The new sign says “Bardi’s Roofing”

Nevertheless, wherever you are

You are doubtless

Having a cigarette

While your vegetables ripen