THE WEED’S SONG

                                                                                         Pixabay

I am a weed

of common breed

(they say).

I pop up in

unsuspecting beds

beside John Quills

and Daffy Dills,

shamelessly uninvited guest

forever taken by the quest

of brand new beds

for my many heads.

In short–or tall,

spring–or fall,

I thrive!

Or, contrary weed

of specious breed,

(I may)

stay forever.

Nan Mykel previously published in Grab-a-Nickel 2004