the balance
begonias unplanted thrive
thrown into the brush under limbs’ shelter
remind me stuff grows in woods
goatweed pops from driveway black dirt pile
yummily paid six hundred dollars for
Myrtle laughs at the ugly
I love the look, but just as
heat incinerates us to august ash
yang goatweed envelops
so this year I pick it out
I don’t need more anything that forces
male virility construct
begonia female of females
grows in her yin shade, no use to male hormones
but stretching nude on sheets of loam