What happened to the vegetable patch
That you told me in January would eventually
Rival your mothers
As her tomatoes are always different colours
And never red like the sunburn
You got last summer,
Which I was careful to avoid
When we shared the bath with the lukewarm water
While my parents were out.
Do you still have the apple tree that we sat
Under in your garden in late February
When you told me spring felt close
As the daisies started growing more than the moss:
I made you a bracelet which
Tinted my fingertips
Green from stem chains like the grass stain
That never came out
of my favourite blouse
When I misplaced my footing,
Falling over by the edge of a river bank
At which you laughed at me for hours.
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