I was only ever an enduring shoot
but you are a boy who climbs trees
so yes, I am your green-girl
and am as long as you remember:
limbs blooming
my bed botanical: a canopy of ivy
your path to me in white flowers:
myrtle, swollen oleander
your body does not question
your knowing, gardener’s hands

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