The money plant sat there primly
In morning light below the curtain.
Outside in a balcony, plants leaned
On one another, sharing their rain
And a blue space of birds on wire.
The birds came and fell on hibiscus
Now on the floor, folded in shame
As if it was dust the flower fell to.
The plant grows no money for us
Except a green touch to our eyes
That have all their money in tears.
One yellow leaf is history’s shekel
A gold coin that fell to floor too soon.
The plant has its dreams of balcony
Its rain in the plants and bird space.
We cannot do anything about them
Since it cant look the sun in the eye.