Small things are lovable.
there is nothing he cannot grow.
herbs unfurl in the foyer
the living room ficus lives without light,
seeds sprout in the treads of his shoes.
his mother said he forgot to wash
behind his ears for a whole year –
that much dirt will grow anything.
the eastern hemlock is not poisonous
look for parallel stripes on the needles’ underbelly.
he is only interested in things he can grow in Wisconsin.
the needles come in threes.
i fill my pockets with pinecones.