Wretched Volunteers

Wretched Volunteers

Wretched Volunteers

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wretched Volunteers

 

The California poppies overwhelm

The onions growing in the garden beds

With grey-green lace and molten gold. I ought

To yank them out and give my plants a chance

To see the sun. But they’re protected by

The state, I tell myself, and that is why

I leave them where they are to choke the ones

I try so hard to grow. Why is it that

The volunteers will always out-compete

The plants we lavish our attention on?

In any other setting they would be

A focal point and give me bragging rights.

But where they are, they’re forcing me to buy

My onions at the market once again.

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