I wanted to show you something beautiful in our garden at the moment.
I remember planting these in a little garden bed when I was six or seven with my mama,
I remember mouthing those words, love in a mist,
and imagining all kinds of romantics emerging from the earth,
and patiently now
(as I did then)
watching the green shoot up, the buds form
and delicate petals
a blue-skirted girl
unfurl and dance,
soft and lovely.