The gardener trims the hedges
outside my window every Monday
at 7am. He cleans the pool and
blows the leaves by the front gate.
Sometimes if we forget he will water
our potted flowers and strawberry plants.
He wears a hat with a long piece of mesh
to cover his neck from the morning sun
and the landlord never calls him by his right name.
I don’t know why but in my head this poem rhymes a lot and I love it!