My Giant Weeds
If I could get in among the green weeds
And pull them out by their long tentacle like roots
If I was willing I mean for it is certainly wet enough right now,
Some would come down like giant trees.
Intimidating me with both their girth and their
Amazing height that seemed to grow in minutes.
I stare at an especially large weed giant god
Which I swear was not in my garden yesterday
But is six foot tall today and I am overwhelmed.
The weed genies and the growing faeries
Must have worked overtime last night
As I slept in my bed, totally unaware.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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