passages

nasturtiums

orange and yellow explosions
nestled in the round green, crawling
the corner of the yard where loquats
ripe and dripping fell onto the ground
created a child’s secret fortress
hide and seeking, the lemon tree reaching
how we sold its juice for matinees
collected soda bottles for change
skateboarding down Franklin hill
tomboy pleasures, imagination games
later passages to sons, where the 
community center gym transformed
spaceships with sabers flashing, bedtime
stories shared across generations
‘little old women sitting in the tree,
pushing one leg and pulling the other,
pushing one leg and pulling the other,
pushing one leg, and…’
falling asleep.

nasturtium_flowers

Nasturtium memories