The Botanic Poem
Look among the forest ground Come into my flowerhouse and smell my flowers Driptip and buttress roots One single guava Observing plants that seem to enjoy the silence How beautiful they were We saw flowers and air plants, they were pretty Observing cactus plants that twirl around me Tons of plants and food that astonished me Zombie palms, spikey with sides Checking adaptations like they’re at the store I see air roots up high And just imagine you went into some cold place Damp, damp afternoon So moist in the air Some plants grow up, some plants grow down Fruit … Continue reading The Botanic Poem