She says she’s moving.
                                      I feel sick and I’m reminded
of how my brother outgrew my hand me downs.
I still haven’t washed the tea cups since the last time
                       she was here
                                              and now she’s leaving.

Contrary to my feelings,
being outgrown can be something
overgrown.
When was the last time
I complained about
my garden being overgrown?    

She says she’s moving.
                                      I feel relief and I’m reminded
of my brother rooting through the three foot dill weeds
and coming out with potatoes, squash, and the seasons last
                             starved tomatoes;
                                                       ­   I’m ready for the new season.