Weeds in the patio cracks

There is something soothing

yet macabre in watching you weed:

pull up life from the ground 

only to discard it atop the compost.


Perhaps it is the control you exert,

life and death growing weary

in your palms – perhaps

it is the reminder of how indelicate

human nature is, how brutally

we shake hourglasses 

and impel time to yield.


Or perhaps it is the sweetness

in knowing no matter how many

you pluck from the soil, the weeds

will always come back.



Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Image by photoAC from Pixabay

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