coming up thick and fast,
Pulling them takes all my time;
my hands are tired, worn, and cracked—
I need gloves and hand-lotion.
But I wanted a garden (damn-it!)
full of bright colors, fruit trees,
and vegetables in orderly rows;
each happily knowing their place
in soil and season.
So I keep digging,
adding to the pile
of uprooted and unwanted;
it will make good