Tufts， follicles， grubstake
biennial rosettes， a low-
life beach-blond scruff of
couch grass： notwithstanding
the interglinting dregs
of wholesale upheaval and
dismemberment， weeds do not
hesitate， the wheeling
rise of the ailanthus halts
at nothing——and look！ here's
a pokeweed， sprung up from seed
dropped by some vagrant， that's
seized a foothold： a magenta-
girdered bower， gazebo twirls
of blossom rounding into
raw-buttoned， garnet-rodded
fruit one more wayfarer
perhaps may salvage from
the season's frittering，
the annual wreckage.