Habib Sabet

7/1/2015
Explain to me
Why you have planted this seed.

It will sprout above the surface

And see what’s waiting
Yet persevere,

It will grow tall,

It will try to find
A color, a scent, a fruit,

And its flowers will bloom,

Entirely differently,

It will stretch its neck toward the sun

But will never get closer,

It will crawl up, hopefully

Toward death

But you know what happens

Think about the winters

And worse,
The summers before them

It will have to change pots.

The soil cannot hold it forever.
This was so cruel of you

For now let’s leave it by the kitchen window

It will get more sun there,
Until you hang it
From the rafters in the bedroom.