Weed

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Skeletal cabbage, lowly. As grey as greenWith leaves--no, tentacles--

Clutching sunlight,Your roots a Medusa tangle

Insatiable as mind,The hunger underground

feeding the hunger above.Archaic bloom, untamed,

Fixed and uncivil as a saint,I do not know your name

Any more than you know mine,Sun-sharer, your mouth and mine

Thirst together, and your breathRestores what mine consumes.

© Zitner Sheldon