The Ferocity of Weeds
weeds bloom.
their ferocity pushes tiny heads up
next to the lettuces,
their heads so alike
that discernment
is discretionary,
an ambulatory experience
of chance.
of chance.
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The war is about to begin, me against the garden weeds...smart money is on the weeds. :)
ReplyDeleteInteresting poem, when one considers what is a weed today.
ReplyDeleteSo it is, a lesson in gardening and life, smiles ~
ReplyDeleteThis little piece sends the mind ruminating in so many directions. An eloquent, fascinating and nuanced metaphor.
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