Excerpt from The Shadow PlantThe plant etched on the wall sits in its pot
human. The cars sough by, less frequent than at day.
trace ghostlike, restless lights across the walls,
someone, me, to task--more briskly than a heart.
its head turned to the right--above it, on one side,
a single leaf shaped like a heart. . . . "The Shadow Plant" first appeared in the Paris Review |