Each spring I hopefully begin my to-do lists
which always includes some variation of
"have herb garden,
in window box?"
The ghosts of mint and basil plants past
do not hover over me when I buy a new crop
at the farmer's market.
I want to try again and again
to remember to do something with care
to grow my thumb green
to be the version of myself
that pops up in fantasies
over and over again.