War
After the rains a new green begins to appear in the garden –
Little of it is welcome; these new sprouts, the color of toil –
Invaders of all that is intended:
Crabgrass, Milkweed, Purslane, and Creeping Charlie.
They crawl like time under and across the soil—
living to choke life—nature’s neckties—
wrapped around and into the fabric of existence.
Little of it is welcome; these new sprouts, the color of toil –
Invaders of all that is intended:
Crabgrass, Milkweed, Purslane, and Creeping Charlie.
They crawl like time under and across the soil—
living to choke life—nature’s neckties—
wrapped around and into the fabric of existence.
posted by dthaase | 7:39 AM
1 Comments:
Dan,
Beautiful poetry, man. Glad I stumbled across your comment on an Out of Ur post.
Hope you and Kat and the boys are doing well. We now have 2 boys as well!
Best,
Jamie Cain
jamiecain.wordpress.com
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