Friday, March 14, 2014

A Weedy Return

Lodged between
a healthy seedling
and a slowly decaying sharp bromeliad
lay a tangled
web of Impatiens.
Take heart,
one twitches
when steady is required
a further adjustment
there, no THERE.
Their shaken world
will either align
or give up the ghost.



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