Skeletal cabbage, lowly. As grey as greenWith leaves--no, tentacles--
Clutching sunlight,Your roots a Medusa tangle
Insatiable as mind,The hunger underground
feeding the hunger above.Archaic bloom, untamed,
Fixed and uncivil as a saint,I do not know your name
Any more than you know mine,Sun-sharer, your mouth and mine
Thirst together, and your breathRestores what mine consumes.
