i’ve always liked Weeds.
what makes a Daffodil less
worthy of kisses
than a rose
Deadnettle tucked
behind my ear
is a disgrace
but a violet
is a luxury
God provides abundance
you say
but the beauties peppered
along the way
are discard
if you don’t love them
do they deserve to be loved?
the strong carnations
perched in crystal
beg
for alkaline
for sun
but
the weak Bluegrass
bathed in darkness
whispers
between the cracks
of the sidewalk
a hushed prayer for love
but you’ll step
on them anyway
you’ve never liked Weeds.
