April 24th

I used to think weeds
were a beautiful thing
something that contained
much medicine.

Yet after exploration,
I have come to find,
like the majority of others,
they are nothing more
than pests.

I rip and poison them
from my lawn
as well as
from my mind.

I take the chaos
and put it back into order,
even in the spaces
no one looks behind.

And as I do so physically
on a warm, bright, April day,
so too do I turn my winter thoughts
into a spring beautiful garden.

4 24 2017 AISI bottom pic