they invade the bluegrass suburbs
where blades form a passive sameness
if tended as intended. They strut
across the green of everyday --
strumpets in tattered leafy skirts,
stiletto roots -- bestowing downy favors
on the summer breeze.
Funny. . . We call these lusty ladies "weeds"
and save "flower" for what's just hard to grow.
Published in Your Daily Poem, July 10, 2016