Foxtails and Dandelions
May my broken heart find peace walking through a landmine of foxtails in the park
Just one needle can penetrate my dog's furry paws
Burrowing it's dried spikelet into vital organs
Patches of invasive species huddle forming islands of long grasses
Standing at the border of waving tails, diaspore thirst for flesh
We dodge another cluster and change direction in search for safer ground
Dandelions announce themselves as beacons of light
Mapping trustworthy guidance to navigate across the territory
Green spaces between the golden gems offer refuge to traverse
May my broken heart harvest medicinal wisdom to heal our toxic terrain
Years of herbicides sprayed attempting to eradicate weeds
Pluck the bitter greens to distill into tincture and tea
By Kristine Roy
Holy Lament member
