Searching for a pulse
to elucidate events
unfolding today.
The charm of this noxious weed
is an opportunity.

Stamp it out,
if we were able;
is it hate,
or is it a wish
for greater control?

Fighting nature:
one hand pounding,
one hand reaping,
one hand clapping . . .
silence will fall
and weeds will thrive —
never perfect,
but running wild
with nature’s plan.
Love will survive.