we would go around
in our abode and let
the small things grow.
to plant poetries in glass containers
put them on sunlit desks and live.
we would let the tiny vines
crawl in the absence of our
inanimacy. taking the form
we would water them every
other day so as not to dry
we would let plants grow in tiny glass
containers in exchange for
who in themselves stopped growing
a long long time ago.
(inspired by Ms. Guevara’s terrariums)