Tangled Garden


Tangled Garden

Onions push through
a pride of trumpeting
They were all
just bulbs
when my mother
planted them.

Forget-me-nots twine
intricate designs,
a fantasy in blue
between red and green
runner beans.

Every night,
I pull them apart
with clumsy fingers,
yet they knot again,
like tangles,
fresh each day,
in my daughter’s hair.

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