Solidarity
The hose is on
running clear into black
of garden earth.
Worming between
the pink Cortland stalks
of ripe rhubarb.
Four kids, our feet
disguised in mud
and horseradish.
Only the pale
seashell of toenails
giving us away.
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Stealthy in bare feet
three bandits come.
Prize swivels high between
striped green leaves.
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