Three Latinos

We're going door to door handing out flyers.

They announce the creation of a

New community garden at John Henry Beck,

The park just down the street.

I approach the next house and find

Three Latino gentlemen sitting outside,

drinking from giant cans

of Budweiser.

I explain the arrival of the garden in my

stuttered Spanish.

One of the men gets up and proudly

Proclaims that two of them are named

Rafael.

They all give me handshakes and a

hearty clap

on the back.

One of the Rafaels insist I take a picture

Of him, displaying the flyer next to

What appears to be

A dead, shitty

Shrub.

To this moment I still have no idea

Why the fuck he wanted me to take

that picture.

I still have it.