Weeds

 

                                         WEEDS

 

“Quietly amazing, when she allows herself to be”,

an early epitaph written

while we are all still here,

“seems such a waste otherwise”.

 

When asked for memories

I have a day of hot sun and wasps,

an image from behind,

picking vaguely at garden things,

straw hat for a head.

 

Peacefully an...

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