The Weed’s Song


                                                      beard-1161823__180                                   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

About Nan Mykel

At 79, I was just about to stop keeping a journal, but that felt like accepting that growth was finished. I don't want to be finished, yet! I'm 80 now, and struggling to communicate with you, if you'll come and set awhile. P.S. My how time flies! I'm 83 now.
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