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Poetry of Issue #8        Page 67

The Weeds Went Wild with You Gone

back patio a jungle I pick green
ponytails out of slits of brick this
scalp of opportune flowers formed
from neglect this chaos nature
moving into void monsters at
the edges of my house skulk
and grow in spite of chemical
mist and pulling what cannot
be contained within a fence

  James Croal Jackson