Call it wild rhubarb
Imagining a taste
That is sour…
But with some sugar added
Creates a tasty pie, yet…
The name is a tease
Because the taste is of earth and nuts
And the wild is the way
It clings to everything
Casually you came
A thorny hitchhiker
Hitching a ride on my dogs
Finding the soil
To your liking
And me? I found you
Rustic, untamed
A velvet anchor in my clay
Not easily uprooted
With an aggressive beauty
Unapologetic of its presence
Sharp barbs getting in my skin
Skeletal brown burrs which persist
Even when I think
I’ve torn you out
And so I found your alchemy
Medicinal roots that run deep
A scourge, a healer
Resilient survivor and
Sudden nuisance
Tangling yourself in my hair
Lesser burdock?
Nothing less about you
Fiercely, quietly attaching yourself to me
Long after I thought
I’d walked away alone
(iykyk)
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