Basil In Magritte's Pipe - Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka
Thanks for growing this leafy jewel!
I raise one myself in a gold leafed
planter on the ledge of my
bright kitchen window.
You speak of its 7 wonders but I
wonder if there's an 8th marvel
and what magic can be done with
their dried leaves in a piped dream.
I start stuffing mine with grass
hoping for a hazy miracle. Yes, it's
not cannabalis in a pipe but weed in
a pipe is pasture in a whistle.
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