she told me to go
and write
write of the world
write of the whispering wind
write of the patient pond
write of the trek of trees
but no
i write of a Plant instead
Small
Un-
Noticed
calling out to me
Arms as green as the grass
that plagues life
Legs in the dirt like an octopus
stretching out to grab whatever it needs to live
wanting to be free from its prison
bullied by it’s barked friends
forever Small
Short
to them
a Plant that will continue working, trying
a Plant that will produce art containing seeds of a new generation
a Plant that will grow up slowly
a Plant that will one day die, in place
Alone
but who cares if a leaf dies
off a plant
who cares if a plant dies
off a forest
who cares if a person dies
off a
Billion.