Lying in Life’s Flower Bed

Lying in Life’s Flower Bed

The giant weeds that choke
and strangle
and poke,
It’s beyond-words-satisfying to rip them from the roots,
to dig their anchors and claws,
to release the innocent plants they have suffocated.

The smaller weeds….
or are they flowers?
Nestled around the bases of bigger plants,
they try to act casual.
They disguise themselves with cutesy flowers,
Some I leave, give them a chance,
since they appear to be doing no harm.
Others are not so convincing.

Exotic Tiger Lilies,
flamboyant and sneaky,
taunting and teasing,
looking down on the others.
Just another pretty face.

The perennials that have had their chance
and their season to shine.
I cut them back, their dried and withered stalks.
I let them go.
They may or may not return.
They were beautiful, while they lasted.

The Black-eyed Susan’s with their tall, thin stems.
They peek around the mailbox.
Quiet, and somehow bold, at the same time.

The Barberry bush, vibrant and hardy.
A natural lancet.
It pricks my finger
and draws a tiny drop of blood.
A reminder there is no escape.

The random unnamed flower,
in an unlikely and unexpected place,
makes me laugh while it teaches me a lesson.

The Hosta, started out few and scattered,
now filling and overflowing in all directions.
Tiny holes perforate the leaves,
but the damage is undetected from the street.

And, oh, the clovers!
Clovers everywhere!
And yet, not a single good luck charm among them.

The grapevines,
growing and twisting,
grabbing on to whatever they can.
I know they will not produce fruit this year.
I do not cut them back. I do not snip the vines.

Instead, I let them grow.

I gently guide the vines, wrap them around the arbor’s poles,
and alter their path.

I spend the day in these beds alone,
but not alone.

I am with the ghosts,
my exes,
my friends,
my enemies,
my family,
and my children.

From this colorful bed
I clearly see my past,
my present,
and my future.

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