Weeds

You toss your snowy head at me.
Miss.
Sending dandelion joy
Across the swordlike blades
of grass.

You root
seeds of deception
in my husband’s wrath.
But I kneel,
Giggling like a school girl
With a bouquet
for teachers
long gone
but still in
the center of my
heart.

A treasure of memories
as fairy
returns in seeds
of milky white
bringing memories’ gold.

 

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