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