About the Weeds
May 28 2023
It was about weeds.
Not the toil
ubiquity
impossible roots,
but what is
and isn’t.
Dandelion wine, edible greens
I'll say.
Unsightly
prickly
malignant
she'll counter,
sucking the life
out of her prized flowers.
So why do I, ever the contrarian
find them so intriguing?
How they endure drought
need little.
And how, just like us
they are the ultimate opportunists,
colonizing
any open space,
invading
occupied ones.
So what's not to like
about such hardy survivors?
Everything, she barks,
as if it was self-evident
question closed.
As if she'd never heard
that beauty
is in the eye of the beholder.
The good plants and the bad,
the cultivated
and undesired.
Also just like us.
And which am I?
The orchid,
a hot house flower
too sensitive to thrive?
Or the dandelion,
resilient
worldly
tough?
Which I only wish I was.
Here
looking longingly out.
from behind the steamed-up glass.
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