Monday, July 6, 2009

the ruella are in the fairy
chaos reigns 
the four o'clocks mock the hour
showing up when 
they damn well please
while the mustangs muck up the la france 
the wilting impatiens are wrist to forehead
faint from heat
even in the shade
as the chile pequins, rigid with delight,
stiffly stick out their little hot red tongues...

standing here in the noisy mess
of my own disarray
i fit right in
and firmly resist the grace that always comes 
in awe of all of this wild abundance
perversely to enjoy 
the wicked invasions of johnson grass
and the proudness of weeds 

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