All day I listen to them sing.
They avoid words like I avoid conflict
Whoever said plants can speak is a liar.
You were alarmed by my love for them
How I refused to move them into the sun, or saturate their soilÂ
We both know I couldn’t be troubled to move them
I heard you tiptoe towards them last nights
slashing, crying, slashing, crying
when i woke, the oxygen was gone
only me singing to their remainsÂ
-zjb
A Life of Wonder 