Ten-Finger Exercises

hot summer ditty

the melancholy mind that waxes long
has lost its popularity
among the summer readers of the blog.

my purple potted prayer plant
folded up its leaves
and quit its praying.

However did it come to
disillusionment?
I know that not.

I clipped its red veined wings
and put them in a bottle
(lo! of glass that’s ‘bottle green’)
and filled it up with water.
curl of root untimely ventured out
and it is potted once again,
but this time not in purple.

the violets, neighbors on the table.
hope that it resumes its prayers.

O prayer plant, pray for me.