Social Isolation: Day 66

Social Isolation: Day 66
Weeds work hardest
at life. First up,
last down.
Exuberant. Humbling.
It wasn’t summer
yesterday, but today
it is. Caught off guard
(every year!) I see
they grew up in the night
over each square inch
of cultivated beds.
Be a weed.
Is that the lesson?
Or be the lilies
of the valley
I find in bloom
under all the ripped up
mess? Delicate fragrance
spiraling into the dusk
above the piles
of garlic mustard
drying on the verge.
 
 
Sherry Robbins, May 22, 2020

Category: A series begun with the COVID-19 isolations, Poems, series    

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