Weeds?

Weeds are but beauty too prolific. I don't know who said it, I suppose I could Google it, but I'm a bit discouraged about Google since I heard they are coming to my town and according to the Ann Arbor News, they want to hire you if you are smart and "really good at a sport." Does that rule out people in wheelchairs?

Anyway, a friend and I were talking about weeds. How sometimes the weeds mix in and they can be just as beautiful, or at least provide some balance, in a garden. And then I thought about bees, and how some bees aren't really bees at at all, but they pollinate, like bees. So I wrote this.


Weeds, Darling

“It’s a weed, darling,”

he said, looking down

his nose at my admiring stoop.



Tiny yellow flowers,

leaves so narrow they

looked like stems:



a tiny bee fly

hovered above

one of the blossoms.



“It’s all the same

to the bees, love,”

I said, without looking up.