Category : Poems

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This plant
Do you see it? 
Of course you don’t; this is a poem
Not a picture. 
Let me describe it by describing the scene:
The walls are a dark red, 
The room is dimly lit with orange lights that fight the darkness for space
The room is filled with people chatting idly about global pollution (it’s the new trend, finally)
Couples stare into each other’s eyes
While some sit alone, brooding.
In the corner on the red wall 
Is this succulent plant
Surrounded by a cage
Caught in a clay prison 
And filled with old water.


I like this plant.