It is windy today Hats rolling down the sidewalk windy The greenhouses are noisy inside plastic flapping Sparrows combat rivals for nesting bits feathers in impatiens An old man wants to know “where are the wave toonys?” petunias, the striped kind Roses in rows gardening gloves onions sets in red and yellow The man wants “blaze marys” What are they? “They’re round like this” His fingers form an O I wish a bird would land on his hand Marigolds of course he follows me to the blooms next to sweet potato vine A hanging basket of tiny white daisies moves out of the way