It’s another hot summer day,
She is out on her balcony,
holding her plastic spray in dismay.
Her hair up in a tight bun,
Glasses slipping from her nose,
skin glistening in the sun.
In her flowy tie-dye dress,
Of colors varied,
to the weary plants in distress.
She presses the pink trigger,
Cool mist gushes from the nozzle,
her finger moves with vigor.
She wipes sweat from her face,
Shifts bottle to the other hand,
and persists in a daze.
She compares herself to her friends
and admires their endurance.
Herself parched, she amazes at their strengths.
Surely, she has much to learn from their trends.