Perfect Weed
by E. F. Schraeder
If life were a hiking trail, you’d tell yourself, Look out.
Don’t fall back, shortcut through the frog habitat,
or tromp, wet shoes sagging, through the river.
That never pays off. Take a breath at the crest,
let both feet stand like anvils or anchors.
Ignore quicksand praise and forest fire blame.
This life isn’t a birthday party
or spy game. Listen, it’s more like
showing up uninvited, an inspired
yellow bloom in cracked pavement.
* * * * *
"Perfect Weed" originally
appeared at Slink Chunk Press, February 2016.
Ethicist, poet, and speculative fiction writer E. F. Schraeder is the
author of two poetry chapbooks, most recently Chapter Eleven (Partisan
Press). Schraeder’s work has appeared in Sinister Wisdom, Birthing
Monsters, Mobius: The Journal of Social Change, Mystery
Weekly Magazine, The Feminist Wire, and other journals and
anthologies. Schraeder holds an interdisciplinary Ph.D. emphasizing
applied ethics and is at work on a full length manuscript of poems.
Wow! "quicksand praise and forest fire blame." And that last stanza...a-and all of it!
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