Weeds/flowers/love...and Lebowski!
The tall grass is gone
from the front yard
waving stalks
green and plain which, twice a year
Blossomed tiny pale-pink flowers
My neighbor called them weeds,
then called the city
who called on me
with a citation to mow them down...or pay a fine.
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I wonder sometimes if they know your heart
the way I do.
And, conversely, if there are facets of you
that shine brilliant for them
and I have never noticed.
It is this that keeps me from viewing love
as conquest.
Those perfect blooms, unseen.
Love does not conquer...
it abides.
(hahahah...like the dude!)
