weeds
heavy metal clippers,
dark green hoses
soil-soiled lime-green gloves,
prod the crumbled earth with love
creeper vines will reign no more!
free the ash and roses!
as wilderness reveals its core
in secrets it discloses
we see a family of weeds,
who squeeze between the silver shoots
of wheatgrass where the roots take hold
around a clump of trees and fruits
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how tall and proud the weeds once stood
before i shook them loose
they offered no resistance
i gave them no excuse
they laid their lives down for the cause
of quince and tiger lily paws
for sweet perfume to trail and rise
from petals perched by their demise
ah, good weeds go to heaven
