twenty-five cents a bucket
to pull them plenty
and now the neighbours are out
with their stomping tools
sucking them out by the roots
and of course you cannot forget
the careless old fools with their bottles
of dreadful herbicide, on their knees
along the sidewalks
to call them weeds is an error,
outrageously human - much maligned
and I'll never know why
to see them out on my lawn
like yellow stars against
the green firmament,
and later the tall puffs of them
light as air
