is of course pointless
it doesn't love you
it doesn't love you not
it is just there soaking up the sun
and enjoying itself
it will ignore all your efforts
to destroy it
as it lies there wilting
it will not hold a grudge
tomorrow you will see its twin
and you will feel a twinge
as you start to uproot it with your weed puller
gee why do I have to do this
is it really hurting
anything at all
© Julianne Carlile
This poem won the Wilda Morris Poetry Challenge for May, 2012.
