Today
my head is a garden
and I am keeping the flowers
from rotting, the peppers,
pears, peaches, and co.
from ripening.
And though I wish I could
clip these producers
the way a China Doll
clips her nails
I vow not to do so
wholeheartedly,
For soon these musings will
choose to die.

By lunch
the weeds will come up.
And they will have work to do
they will have work--
We have work to do!
The green lush fills me
too full,
Whatever words they make
I can't even tell,
but at least I have enough
Common Sense
not to shoot [them out of]
myself.