You sit white against formica scars
Quercus alba rings in your clay walls
Coffee stains map ancient river paths
Solanum lycopersicum seeds sleep deep
Taproot fingers probe vinyl seams
Mycelium threads through crumb constellations
Photosynthesis pauses in sodium glare
You wait for morning germination
Porcelain patient in booth seven
Ceramic heart beats slow and steady
Searching soil where no seeds settle
Night shift botanist keeps vigil ready
Handle worn smooth by thousand grips
Betula pendula grain in fired memory
Lipstick rim prints fossilize on edge
Nicotiana tabacum ash dusts your base
Taproot fingers probe vinyl seams
Mycelium threads through crumb constellations
Photosynthesis pauses in sodium glare
You wait for morning germination
Porcelain patient in booth seven
Ceramic heart beats slow and steady
Searching soil where no seeds settle
Night shift botanist keeps vigil ready
Condensation beads like xylem tears
Drosera capensis traps fly on rim
Sugar crystals spark quartz in dim light
Caffeine alkaloids crystallize slow
Porcelain patient in booth seven
Ceramic heart beats slow and steady
Searching soil where no seeds settle
Night shift botanist keeps vigil ready
Waitress refills from glass carafe
Hot liquid wakes dormant enzymes
Steam carries signals through pore networks
Chlorophyll dreams in fired feldspar
Porcelain patient in booth seven
Ceramic heart beats slow and steady
Searching soil where no seeds settle
Night shift botanist keeps vigil ready
Dawn fractures through grease-streaked windows
Phototropism bends your shadow long
Roots release grip on booth substrate
You carry night soil to daylight
Porcelain patient in booth seven
Ceramic heart beats slow and steady
Searching soil where no seeds settle
Night shift botanist keeps vigil ready
Morning finds you full and flowering
Porcelain patient holds new morning
Clay remembers every hand
Season turns in ceramic time