Neighbour of a certain nature

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His front lawn is the colour of the street
In the springtime where the bloom grows underneath
the planted pile of red bricks 
that eventually became a wall.
Out of sight, sat Michael;
He was once the local gardener 
But now only does his own.

On his knees, worn gloves on old hands
Cutting back trees, a rusted green watering
Can next to him in case he needs
To water a forgotten flower amongst the weeds.
They are clever, hiding behind petals,
Only seen by the eyes who look,
Hiding in every nook and cranny
Of the flowerbed where a gardener does his work.