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
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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.