I have loved all plants,
Even those that I haven’t known.
They fill my entrails,
So it is that I fell for them.
So it is that a belly-filler
May fall into my garden without my
knowledge
I don’t hoe it
Mistaking it for a demon.
Dear, I did my weeding,
But I couldn’t shear you off:
I will not mistake you for that.
I have watched weeds bloom,
I gave them time- to observe them
And come to know their behaviour.
You stagnated the growth of my herbs
And I have nothing to burn.
I loved you so.
You took off to the wrong route.
No! You were not wrong:
It was your route.
I wanted to give you time:
Give us time to grow and love.
But you took me for a fool.
I am crestfallen right now
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