Poem: Plants

Plants

 

bodies of leaf and

arm and twig,

photosynthetic

green green green

gold gold gold

blooms of pollen

and money and the

clocks clocks clocks

and the tick tick tick

of quantified rain

which drives the rush

of the weedy pots

knotted and stalled

and coiled around

binds of other pots

and plots with squares

and boxes and supervisors

who explain the world

as a wargame of gardens

whose roots wrestle, suffer

and strangle to serve

the superiors of the supervisors

whose logistics battle

fiscal enemies.

 

all those soul-drained lillies,

tulips, poppies and irises,

browns blues hazels emeralds

oranges and tourmalines,

bobbing in bustles

bent in downpours of seconds

black black black their coats--

what can they possibly see

in the stride and stress

of the hedges and pledges

of a kudzu destiny?

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