To Kevin

Fiorella has been trying to figure out a way to gently get the idea across to her landscaper that she needs him to check in with her:

Where, oh, where, has Kevin gone--
The one I am depending on
To finish up our zoysia lawn?
And to replace five plants now dead,
And have his skillful workmen spread
Brown stain across the rusty red?
To haul away the cedar pile,
Teach me to work the sprinkler dial?

I've been waiting--quite a while.