Not sure if I like this….It came out kind of spooky looking. It may end up in the flat file, never again to see the light of day. But, for what it’s worth….here’s the finish of Scraggly Weed.
In my diversified Queens neighborhood, action is being taken to remove the real life, scraggly weed. The Turkish man, whose garden is graced by this plant, stopped his car and started pantomiming to my landlord…..a lawn cutter, and trimming shears.
Then, my landlord went across the street to talk to our Irish neighbor. My landlord, like the Italian stereotype, talks with his hands. Not just his hands, his whole body. I could see in his moves, him describing the huge weed. If there was music, it could have been a ballet. The Irish neighbor, who has gardening tools, seemed unmoved.
But for those who haven’t visited Queens (there’s really not much reason to) here’s what our neighborhood looks like. It’s pretty typical.
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