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Like A Weed


In the morning the crumbs were gone,

a dozen birds chirping in the tree

by the parking lot, a woman

yelling at her child to get ready

for school,

            one truck after another

rattling as it hit the pothole

on the bridge, a beach towel

crumpled on the fire escape

it had been there all winter.


A daffodil leaning in a plastic cup

on the kitchen table, plucked from

a patch of dirt by a fire hydrant

the night before.