I ask you to write a poem
About the picture I take of the moss-green house
You say the photograph says more about the photographer
Than the subject, I think this is poetic wonder
If you stole the quote
Two awake birches
Two sleepy plum trees
Two drowsy tea trees
One sneaky stair case
One rapacious vine

You are always saying memorable things
Like how attraction is complex
I say it should be simple and direct
You say that would be depressing
I agree but of course I don’t tell you this.
Now I walk past the moss-green house
Every day with my dog
Now the flowers are frosted and fallen
And the vines are black as ash
I want to tell you this
I want to tell you that you are right
You are always right
But it takes so long to arrive at this