For the first time in my new home,
I take plant off of its hook.
Dead leaves bury the health
of what I just realized is my
Like the beginning,
I tell it, over and over again,
"I love you!"
I am smothering it.
it dies more quickly.
Is it too late to save my plant?
In what measures do I water and reaffirm it's once lustrous leaves?
Does it mind my reestablished admiration in this dark basement?
we must be adaptable.
I'm still learning to take care.