That damned weed
grew into a tree and
spread across the chain-link fence
like a lover in your bed.

I chopped at it
with a hatchet
with all my heart
and also with the weed whacker
fully charged
-just like my meds.

And now it’s back
fully grown
like I never touched it.
Ever.

I had to smile
laugh a little…

because that weed
is what we are
as people
that weed
is what we have to be
in the end.

That is the force of nature,
my friend,
right there.

That is the force in us.