| Poem on a Newborn Plant Like the horn breaking forth from the brow of a unincorn, the new growth shoot is just now appearing on the maimed stem of the rubber plant we bought for sixty-nine cents in Grants: this is due to several weeks of intensive, loving care; a belief in the essential worth of what we are doing; and your green thumb. Copyright (c) 2000 by Douglas Eichhorn << index >> |