You can’t tell if your family gave up
growing vegetables. Your Mum, gazing
over, wishes for peaches.
Our turmeric/sage/
parsley (the talking herb
we call it in our family
language) tastes like nothing. Night
-time, in the garden, you
observe minute
LEDs like Victorian-era street lamps,
an east-end of plant compost/
worm nutrients,
– a vast name-
less movement.
