Just a Plant

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




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


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


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