Pushing puddles with the tip of an umbrella, 

I trace my last name’s first letter, 

then photograph this yellow flower, 

whose name is also writ in water. 

I was born on the first day of Spring, 

and when I move to France, or New York, or Berlin, 

I’ll have to rebrand as a child of Autumn, 

and learn to push puddles with the toe of a gumboot, 

and take photos of orange things.