harvest (apple seeds) by Susanne Masuda
'we planted an apple tree',
you said, your little face beaming
and your hands covered in earth.
'we planted it next to the trampoline
because then it will grow over it
and we can jump
and pick the apples.'
I could feel tears welling up in my eyes
and, later, thinking
how you would not mind
if the apples were
red or green,
you and your friend,
white and black.
An ex-journalist now working in a library, Susanne Masuda [she/her] has always loved to play with language. She studied English and German literature in Germany – her home country where she lives with her Japanese family and a crazy Bulgarian street dog – and in the UK. Twitter: @londonlass_77