three hours sitting on the road
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