WEEDS

 

You tell truths

the way an Englishman
keeps a proper garden:
boxwood-rimmed
white-fence trimmed
to contain the fruits
and keep out the rabbits.

But, like a rabbit,
I persist in digging
under fences, carving
through hedges
to reach tender leaves
of daylily and sage,
rhubarb and thyme,
only to wallow in
tangles of chickweed
and dandelion
creeping over all.




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Prompt=problem. These days I struggle with dual demons: garden weeds, and understanding how a person can lie with conviction. Peace...