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I saved a plant
from the store
without windows.

I put it on my window sill
when it was cold outside.
The leaves fell, and I picked them up
from itself. It must have been so cold
for a plant of the tropics. Its colors,
its environment of origin. All of the reasons it exists.

I water it sometimes, at a certain time. 
It's the least I can do.

Every afternoon,
when the sun finds my window,
I watch it bud. Each new leaf
finds the sun. 

[image: Anthology Magazine]