the plant by the window...

when the last rays of the sun pass
by your blades...
the patterns of light and shade
fall on the stones...submerged
in water through which like tentacles
you spread thin line like roots
as if to find the perfect route
I know...
you are getting happy inside
and chlorophyll dots are waking up
to capture the waves of energy of light
and your cells are wriggling into life
for time has come to catch those photon drops...
the last quantum of energy down the slope...
I know...
you are perennially on the growth curve...
I know...
Your molecules of joy then get sprinkling of love...


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