Weeds

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Weeds

A boy-bright sunshine
was all I could find
in her blue eyes.

Confused as the raindrop
who aims for the Atlantic
and dies on a slum's tin roof.

It was summer that ruined
her self-righteous pose,
middle finger at the ready.

In the end she gave into
the sweltering season,
drank some fertilizer
and pulled some dead weeds.