with tap-water; the small stems were dying
for lack of hydration - the purple flowers,
they had begun falling onto the worktop.
Thus, I put the plant onto a small-white-plate
and poured in some water, which was took
immediately by the drying soil and root.
June was the month, the brightest month.
Outside, the sun’s rays swirled through the trees
and Stranmillis was washed in silence.
Imagine, they even bleach flour these days
drift it full of stay-soft longer chemicals;
and as I refreshed your lavender plant,
I wondered - when will bread be made clean again?