Quercus leaves press between worn pages
Ink bleeds brown like tannin tea steep
Spin cycle hums through fogged up windows
You left margins on ecology
Chlorophyll stains your thumbprint edges
Xylem veins map where you have been
Phloem carries sugar silence
Through the steam and diesel din
Wet leather holds your taxonomy
Latin names for things that grow
Rain writes rhythms on the metal
We're the only ones who know
Spin cycle, spin cycle
Clean the dirt but keep the soul
Monstera splits in ballpoint sketches
Aerial roots seek darker corners
Dryer drums like thunder rolling
Fold your coat against the warmers
Stomata open in humidity
Guard cells swell with borrowed breath
Transpiration pulls the water
Through this laundromat of death
Wet leather holds your taxonomy
Latin names for things that grow
Rain writes rhythms on the metal
We're the only ones who know
Spin cycle, spin cycle
Clean the dirt but keep the soul
Pothos trails across the folding table
Epipremnum aureum gleams
Golden veins in devil's ivy
Survive on neglect and dreams
Mycorrhizal networks whisper
Fungi connect what roots have missed
Two strangers folding cotton armor
In a storm that won't persist
Angular bass leads the chorus
Razor strums tear through the rain
Crisp snare hits like falling seedlings
Shouted voices break the chain
Wet leather holds your taxonomy
Latin names for things that grow
Rain writes rhythms on the metal
We're the only ones who know
Spin cycle, spin cycle
Clean the dirt but keep the soul
Spin cycle, spin cycle
Only ones who know
Pages dry by morning pale light
Roots remember what hands wrote
Pages dry by morning pale light
Roots remember what hands wrote