Life and death Coexist On the tabletop, In varying shades And stages of denial. Within me exists Two wolves; One has a green thumb, And the other kills succulents With alarming regularity and ease. Fresh green leaves Keep company With curled brown corpses, As potting soil And nursery dirt Thirst For the wet kiss Of watery salvation. Morning sunlight, Along with infrequent plant food, Sustain their growth, Fueling their rise From within Tiny scoops Of earth, Where they were never meant To meet their doom. July 17, 2025
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