the Gerber and I
share a drink
and a secret glance–
the plant sighs! stretches
leaves towards now
darkened streets earlier
bathed in light,
stretches roots to
the mazurkas of Chopin
rolling piano like so many
other late nights
dives in the creases
of my eyes
and the thin membranes
of leaves.
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part of this was me thinking about my science fair project from middle school (i think it was middle school) where i tested plant growth in different musical environments. the plants really did like classical. they did not like Foreigner (hard rock category) or Paula Abdul (pop) hahahaha go figure.