rain dark
time for morning cuddles
play-fighting dogs
© Rachel Green March 2024
I wasn't allowed in the vegetable garden;
too many possibilities
of my treading on delicate seedlings
or falling through the glass
of one of his greenhouses.
I used to sneak there anyway;
following the cinder paths
between lines of peas and beans;
raspberries and gooseberries.
I'd eat whatever was in season;
fresh strawberries; podded legumes
the sweet tips of cabbage flowers
and just once, to my parent's horror,
the bright green cherry tomatoes
on the top of potato stalks.
© Rachel Green March 2024
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