(Poa labillardierei) You are the green of oxidised copper: heraldry is your instinct, your feathery tops fanning like pennants or flags. Sage-green, your stems are sheathed to a point like a lance, seed heads like arrow tails, five of them, frail yet tensile, tough as electric wire, each at a different height, allowing each other a piece of sun. Fanning, vibrating like harp strings, you weight the stem like pine tree branches laden with snow, an articulate “f” in medieval script, the pen nib filled with green ink that spills in ribbons and a final flourish.