Evening Rituals

She keeps at it.
Every night.
Waters her plants in the front and the grass too.
It's not really grass, more just dirt with pieces of grass
sticking out in all different directions.
At night she comes out to do it
that's when I have my cigarette
shirtless and leaning against her wood porch
watching her water the yard
mesmerized
large planes flying overhead, sirens in the distance,
the neighborhood dogs barking endlessly.
It's the calmest
most peaceful time of my day.
Watching the Goddess with the hose
trying to return life to the barren soil.
Tonight
she's standing in the yard, doing her thing
in these little black underwear
on the ass it says, 'Not all pussy is created equal.'
I can't argue with that.
Even if it is just dirt
she keeps at it
growing her roots
and watching life start
all over again.