The grass has grown silently all winter
Sent white roots through daylily and columbine
Infiltrating, choking.
I lift it with a fork
And tear the roots from the soil.
Shake it free of earth and fling it
To the side, on the lawn.
Grass, I can slow down.
And there, red, unholy strong,
Comes the bleeding heart
Pushing up through damp earth
Curled and thick
Turgid spring, uncoiling.
I plant things around it
They always die.
Coralbells rot.
Columbines too.
Geranium “Happy Thought:”
Mush at the first frost.
And the bleeding heart carries on.
Why should this plant
Smother the butterfly weed
The lupine I loved so much
Drinking their water, stealing their light?
They’re gone, no trace of root or leaf.
I could dig it up
Banish it from my garden
But I've nothing to replace it with.
Without it, there would be a space.
In the perfection of its own vigor
It pushes upward.
Stand clear.
3/28/07
3/30/07
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