My jade plant start loves the logic
of streetlamps. She wants to prosper,
to grow under the moonlight.
She wants to shine off the gleam
in the snow. She feels what I feel
burning in the soft electric glow
from the Christmas lights
across the road. She wants to bloom.
For her, during even the darkest
hours, I will leave up the blinds.
She wants to sing her delicate white
stars through my steamy window and
out into the midnights of
a blessed and fortunate new year.