Roots

A good story never has a moral.

That is why 

this is not a good story. 

Junior year of high school,

I rescued strangers' abandoned 

plants grown over

the course of a month

in biology class.

I buried their roots in my garden

and thought of etymology

and thought of what to write

and thought in words

and watered them

somewhat. 

They've died since.

I know nothing

when it comes to plant 

care. 

I have a friend 

who says

I know a lot

about Latin. 

I am not sure

why she says this.

If you try to find

the moral here,

you'll drive yourself insane.

In the spirit of morality,

I'll grant you release: