I sit next to plants
amongst those that choose to listen
and I speak about her,
specifically because she is beautiful
in ways not limited to eyesight
or appetite
and despite the fact that distance
is in between
this gives cause to means
of learning on different levels
be that, late night vibes
felt on the inside
or telepathic minds that coincide
let’s ballet on these lines
maybe even tell stories
off stage, show case, mic check
a one two, a one two
wait, let’s take to
syndicating each other’s passion
here’s my legion of poems
to your lights, camera, action
note to self, tape the sounds serenaded
from a star seeded deep
in woods beyond just holly
accentuated, contemplative
and before I could get too situated
I glance over at the plants
amongst those that choose to listen
and notice that
she’s been listening
as well.
