Tuesday, May 6, 2014

Prick of the Thistle, Queen of the Weeds

Loved ones, there is an Earthgirl story I'd love for Earthgirl to tell you from last night, ask her, it's not my story to tell. Today is 25 years, 300 days. I need post the gif more than once a year.


Amy Gerstler

Gardens are also good places
to sulk. You pass beds of
spiky voodoo lilies   
and trip over the roots   
of a sweet gum tree,   
in search of medieval   
plants whose leaves,   
when they drop off   
turn into birds
if they fall on land,
and colored carp if they   
plop into water.

Suddenly the archetypal   
human desire for peace   
with every other species   
wells up in you. The lion   
and the lamb cuddling up.
The snake and the snail, kissing.
Even the prick of the thistle,   
queen of the weeds, revives   
your secret belief
in perpetual spring,
your faith that for every hurt   
there is a leaf to cure it.

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