The Fiddle Leaf Fig My Granny Gave Me
New Leaves Sprouting
water pouring, dripping, splashing,
feeding into soil.
nearly every leaf is wilting,
brown & yellow, except
the new leaves sprouting on
the fiddle leaf fig my granny gave me.
“i told you it wouldn’t be no time!”
“it’s good to hear your voice.”
“sony said you got a dog,
what’s wrong?”
as if i’d ever tell,
as if i knew myself,
as if at night she wasn’t
going to pray for me regardless.
“do you remember hugo?”
“the german shepard dog?
“who stayed with us on cool papa bell?”
“where you’d help me make
macaroni & cheese, singing
‘shake, shake it baby!?’”
as if i could
forget.
how’d i almost miss
the new leaves sprouting on
the fiddle leaf fig my granny gave me.
About the Creator
mo burns
(b. may 17, 1992) american poet, sweetheart 🤗 🌹...
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