Plant

Paige Menton

 

 

What if we became plants peach colored trumpet

 

creeper if we became the yawns of plants the hiccups

 

of plants the stretching our backs of plants around

 

a Devil’s walking stick along the rocks of lemon thyme

 

the turning toward the sun of plants

 

 

 

What if we launched ourselves completely into

 

such humility

 

 

 

What would we need then

 

What would the real plants steal from us the imposters

 

safety deposit boxes antique clock pacifier crocheted

 

afghan nicotine patch army fatigues happy meals

 

 

 

We would get the roots

 

 

 

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Paige Menton lives outside Philadelphia and teaches writing and naturalist studies to homeschoolers at a local arboretum. Her poems have appeared in ecopoetics, Combo, 6ix, Bird Dog, and 26.