A potted plant in Evansdale
sit by the window on a little table.
Its spotted leaves twisted up as stalks.
Some sort of stem-like thing, some sort
of something-or-other, got here
by who-knows-how. It could’ve been
placed in any other spot, in any
other state, a little this way,
or a little that. Either way,
whatever come what may,
It sat.