House Plants

At night they grow wild, change color awakening their shadow forms. A Purple Wandering Jew sucks moonlight through a hollow stem, it wants to drink and it will, rain sings to it on roof and windowpanes. A Weeping Fig droops but come nightfall it will dance naked, limbs held wanton and high. A Dumbcane watches a Spider Plant jerkily cross over its silhouette. A small nest of foliage rustles as a potted petunia flexes its green sinews. All prepare to enter our dreams, not as delicate blooms, but as floral dragons; Chinese whispers of the snapping kind.