I thought I might not be
in this overgrowth forever
I thought of pressure,
knife or cancer
I thought of youthful plains
returning.

But Blueberry bushes
And Picnic dresses,
Oh the daisies will miss
your Laugh if they’re
Choked by dandelions!
so I planted dandelions.

But apple tree and orange
Painted Petals before
Trimmed hedges
Push-up soil
in Manicured patches there –
Where I planted spear thistles?

But Please, Do Not clear
the little untread passages
in the bark of hollow tree
Or beneath the hanging bush
to tuck yourself away,
Where else will you lay?
Why do you cut
every Stem and Stalk?
who will pollinate you
when your color is gone?
Crabgrass.

I thought I might not fight
invasion with invasion;
So I lit a match,
and bared my plains
to the sky.