Weeds

I love ‘em!
Outsiders like me:
wild and radical to the root.

Weeds are not sown --
they blow in the wind,
bloom out of season
and break the laws
of cultivated soil.

Weeds are not pruned, groomed,
nor kept alive in glass vases --
they are dug up, cast out
and carried away in the shoveled jaws
of civil birds,
then deposited in scat,
and left for dead.

But weeds don’t die—
they reinkarmate
outside the field of farm and fence:
home again on feral ground…