by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
The grass is green
but not as bright
as those little devils
that work at night.
From spidery roots
that remain unseen
a surprise lurks
for those with a thumb of green.
They can be poisoned
pulled, and cut
yet are never satisfied
to stay in the rut.
Even without earth laid bare
can find a stone
seek a crack
and make a home.
Last updated June 06, 2016