Tuesday, April 22, 2014



                                     by Ralph Fletcher

         Weeds in the sunlight,
        swaying in the breeze.

        Weeds pollinated by
        hordes of hungry bees.

        Weeds softly whispering,
        spilling secret seeds.

        Weeds multiplying:
        weeds, weeds, weeds. 
        Dandelion, ragweed,
        Queen Anne’s lace.

        Weeds in my dreams,
        weeds in outer space.

        Weeds on vacation
        but more staying home.

        Sneaky little weedlings
        sprouting in this poem!

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