Thanks to LC

Persimmons start to ripen in the tree
outside my window. I was not the gard-
ener – my neighbor’s into botany –
she asked if she could farm the little yard
between us and I hastened to agree.
She made the labor look like nothing hard,
and finished it before she moved away.
She left it like a gift I love today.

(Ottava Rima)

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