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.

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

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

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

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

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