Saturday, February 2, 2013

Oxalis stricta and I

Potted with peace lily
You
Yellow wood sorrel
Wild weed sowed
Sunny in windowsill
Reaching skyward 
Erect with pickle pods
I
From chaos
Escaped to cafeteria
And iceberg lettuce
Flavorless 
Imagining how 
We two souls
Without the confines
Of your pot
And my sterilized halls
Would have room to grow
You
Enough to share your flavor
With my salad and
I
To resonate your gift
Of freedom to the sky
But like a good little shamrock
You will stay on your sill
And when the sun sets
Fold your heart felt leaves in sleep
And I will clock out
And go home without you.