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.
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