Come, Be Wild With Me
Come, be wild with me
in my rebellious yard;
Come roll on confetti carpets
of chickweed and violets
And run your toes through unruly locks
of white clover and plantain.
Dance with the dandelions who polka-dot the green
like frothy fireworks and miniature suns.
This psychedelic lawn
is a painting of pointillism protest;
We’re rioting against Round-Up;
we’re organizing out here;
Opposing the pellets of poison
dropped on the dirt like nutrient-rich napalm.
Dreadlocks of ground ivy gather
by the neighbor’s gate in peaceful dissent,
While runners of stray suburban strawberry
muster across invisible battle lines
To challenge the stately vert ranks
of his well-mown militia.
Put your ear to the dirt and hum with us
a rally strong and steady,
Hello no, we won’t go!
Don’t spray us, just let us grow!
Hell no, we’re here to stay!
No atrazine, penoxsulam or NPK!
Vixen Lea is a mother to two small children and a number of animals, but first and foremost she is a human struggling to hang on to joy and presence. Poetry helps her remember who she was before juice boxes and laundry and playdates.Her writing has appeared in Flying Island literary journal, The Manifest-Station, and can be found on her blog wakinguprazzledazzle.com.
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