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.