Monday, May 22, 2017

Untoward Growth

untoward growth!

What will become of thee?

Will you be pruned,
or mulched,
or both?

you be
torn obliviously
off in bits by passersby

or painted in the style of Klee
(no, not the homonym of ‘clay,’
the one who rhymes with 'me')?

Or will you, like the rest of us,
go on however long you

can, then simply
cease to



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