purple trails
weekly cut
overtake showcase bed

ripped apart

stuck streetside

over a curb unfindable

inches of johnson and bermuda swallowing

fishing with trowels
succulent round leaves
from their demise

interrupting hookworm babies
and the snow
of grocery bag microplastic

black topsoil somehow creating itself on tarmac
while blaze red clay
holds bermuda rhizomes with the hand of roots
and tangle

and gravity
sweet potato vines no one seems to know the fruit of
then two neighbors finally speak to her for the first time
only took four years of waiting
and three hours sitting in the road