Mini-Rainforest On A Condo Terrace

 

Every day I water the plants I do not know the names of,
I hear the cackle of my mother pleading I do not forget
                to not drown
These with water: just enough to let them drowse in their
Curious exigencies of facility, free. And such other heat
                (which?)
Would have us running wild with busy pleasure (yet, also,
                protests)
Seething in the name of love, and satisfactions. So, do
                not drowsily
                douse
Them to quick ovulations, son, pour upon the stems trickles
                and just enough
                sprinkles on leaves to
Waken a slow reason for collecting flower-plants. We note
                their
Own existences of sheer warm desire and busy treasure
                (which?),
We shut their own fancies of vestigial flames in some des-
                ert of pots.

 

 

 

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