You keep hacking at us
plowing us under,
Atop your weed-be-gone
'I have arrived' riding mowers
We come back and back again.
Mocking your feverish efforts to zone us out
We bring you spores by the score
Against your best blockades
by lawn police on beauty patrol.
We weather your repeated attacks
on our island paradise
alone in a sea
of insipid green grass.
Shunned by the permanent-press set
occupying our neighborhoods.
We hunker down in hobosynthesis
moving stealthily
onto the next
dull square
of contested ground.
As you urgently yank us out
by our roots
like a Saturday Night sin
discarding our suffocating blossoms
into zip-tied mulch bags
left for curbside pickup.
Don't you know we can cop
a super fine, rich, thick layer
of compost at your city dump
where our exiled brothers and sisters
lie in wait for your imminent arrival.
Through sheer will, and ingenuity
We keep vigil
as we grow in numbers
Hungry for the kill
Our leaves razor sharp
Buddy Bee Anthony
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