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
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crow flies overhead
I hear pandemonium -
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 -
my room
a sanctuary
at the end of the day -
It must have been
a stormy night
when love flew out the window
of my vacant roomlike a feather
from a molting bird.
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