Aloe
They have spiky leaves.
That bend slightly at the tips.
Living indoors.
And they don’t mind being decor.
Faceless, but not in an ominous way.
In fact, I picture a tiny smile when I walk by.
I don’t know how long they live.
Maybe one year or ten.
I’ve had this aloe plant for 3 months.
Sometimes, you can look at something all the time.
Looking outside at the fence and my car.
With this aloe plant tickling my peripheral vision.
He is a friendly presence.
They can live forever, I bet.
On my windowsill.
Occasionally, I’ll turn him around to face the sun better.
Which is enough excitement for the week.
For him and me too.
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