I let my yard overgrow
After years of grooming
Me and the grass
It got bad for us both.
Yet from those snarling weeds and desperate crabgrass and thorny stickers
A bunch of wildflowers grew.
Because I couldn't take care of us,
Something wild, golden, and inevitable ruptured forth.
Now here's what they won't tell you
What no one will tell you but me:
I've come to worship every golden petal
But I'd choose the other version.
The one where I get out of bed,
Where the grass doesn't lose its mind,
Where both of us are okay,
I'd choose that one every time.
But I enjoy the flowers anyway.
I will enjoy beauty,