weed

You must have eyes
to find
such a hiding place
among these pampered plants
that look so much
like you.

And then
to put down such a root
as to resist with such success
my grunting
twisting
exhortations to leave.

I wish I could love you
monster green:
but you have set yourself
against my hopes
for this little garden.

So
get thee to a composter
and to be done!

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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