Weeds
spread out
before me
pretty white flowers
like snowflakes
on grass
they remind me of love
blossoming until plowed down
by those who seek
only flowers
© Neetu Malik
last night’s hurricane blew the roof off
pieces of felt lay on the street like bits of rubber tires
She needs to dig deep
to pull the roots
that grow under her feet
to do so requires strength
It must have been
a stormy night
when love flew out the window
of my vacant room
like a feather
from a molting bird.
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