Apr 6, 2021
1 min read
Shhh- The Plants Are Talking
A Poem
Roots shoot through my apartment,
the floors are cratered
I take care not to trip
even as leaves and petals are thrust
through my panes;
now I’m worried
about glass as well, but SHHH —
the plants are talking
They glanced each other through windows
and the whole block
and now the whole city
is interwoven
like wooden playgrounds
that slivered
our little fingers
