Written April 10, 2020

weeds thrash gently
specks of light dancing
around my knees
worn with dust
webbed patterns
the plumbs ruby 
in that golden way
a fly leads my eyes
to the lesser tears
of life

the weeds thrash gently
specks of light dancing
around the webbed patterns
of the plumbs ruby
in that way of rot
shining bright in death

i say to the plumb
in my living way
we have the same pulse
that integral juice
of life

Weeds © Safira Schiowitz