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one assumes
there’d be much to say
on the tossing out
of houseplants
into March’s early Dumpsters
the earth-clinging kind
pledged to endure
but never flourish
unappeased by light
or less of
by water or less of
for years indomitable
placed high and then low
sulking and eager
life
at odds with life
whose minty tufts of ribbon
at the brittle end
bedraggle—
parting words beyond
You tried, or I tried —
a tribute more
(and you’ll forgive me)
perennial.
G.R. Harriman is a writer and poet living in southwest Colorado. His work has appeared in Atlas Poetica, Kestrel, Toasted Cheese, and Naugatuck River Review. His chapbook I, Menagerie was published in 2021 by Finishing Line Press. Please follow him on Twitter @Inadversent.