Vacant Lot With Pokeweed

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. Anonymous submission.