A slice of life. . .

The upward bursting
into spring!

for a wild weed,
it’s easy–
just what nature brings–

for a world that’s grown
from cultivated seed,
that wants
to keep things civilized,

the rush of spring
can feel like
an inward, downward
power crushing,

and dizzy us
into a daze,
or even make us
cough and sneeze,

since, from our wild ways,
we’ve so far strayed,

although, it’s true,
the tall, broad growth
it brings
we have long craved. . .

but still,
for us
to just let go,
and ride its wave
can be
a rather frightening thing.

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