Words To a Plant
How have you been,
Greensleeves.
You've had water, old Barkfingers,
Good soil around your roots,
well-potted, Sun-Reacher.
Time, blush, to flower
maybe seeds, huh?
I'll bring a butterfly
or a bee, Twig-Rustler
This spring, I'll see to it
that you have a nest,
not a robin's nest,
built in a week, a throw-away.
Oh no, an oriole's nest,
that marvel of a purse they weave.
I'll get you one, if I have to go
without theater tickets,
or give up ice-cream like for Lent.
A guy needs a friend.
and, Plant, with your second flower,
if it comes, I'll make tea
a superb infusion to drink
with crackers from London
with cheese from Finland
and open the window.
Copyright © Robert Temple | Year Posted 2008
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