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.