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.


  1. The war is about to begin, me against the garden money is on the weeds. :)

  2. Interesting poem, when one considers what is a weed today.

  3. So it is, a lesson in gardening and life, smiles ~

  4. This little piece sends the mind ruminating in so many directions. An eloquent, fascinating and nuanced metaphor.


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