There’s a plant with a brown leaf
On a windowsill giving me relief.
I love to garden
When my heart is burdened.
I live in an apartment,
So I have to relent
From digging in the dirt.
Even though, I’d rather feel the earth
As I squish it through my fingers.
Producing flowers as my memory lingers.
I don’t mind having to resort
To planters until I can afford
A house of my own someday
That doesn’t need such a window display.
I like pictures of brown leafy vegetation.
I think the nation
Would be run better
If we voted for a gardener!