Weed With Buds

Ah, humble weed,
vilified for your greed,
I see your beauty!
Hidden so carefully.
But, what do I know?
I can’t tell a sinkhole from a burrow.
So I accede to the gardener
and drown you in vinegar,
hoping your withered flowers
don’t haunt me forever.

 

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