A Green Lens
Snap.
The app—immediate—knows.
You are a prick-madam.
In which plant shop did I discover you?
This lens, it also detects
when you decline, charts your symptoms:
too much water, too much stress.
Oh, what a wet month!
The screen warns you fit a profile:
difficult to care for.
Only recommended
for those ready for challenge
and greater commitment.
But you are tough.
You do not need daily sun—
only to absorb the wealth
of Mother Earth’s dark soil.
Share nutrients with your neighbors.
Soak it all up.
Today marks fifteen days.
Fifteen more to go
until your roots take hold.
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Michele, whether gardening or LexPoMo, “Today marks fifteen days, fifteen more to go until your roots take hold.” “Too much water, too much stress,” I love it!
Love: “too much water, too much stress” and how you land the poem in the last stanza.
I love how you weave nature into your poetry 🙂
you caught me right away. good work.
tho admittedly i mis-read it as ‘wet mouth’ 🙂
You always write with so much wit and warmth Michele.
This is very cleverly done, Michele. I especially like the words “the wealth
of Mother Earth’s dark soil.”