Been tangled up in the weeds for some time now
roadside blindsided
 Caught up in the grasses, thistles and wheat
 but it is hard to leave even the weeds
the unwanted
the ignored
the trampled and forgotten
time spent in this vacant field
alone with plants of names I mostly don't know
is the most valuable time I have squandered in a long long while
i thrive on the thought of regeneration with a vengeance
 i savor the diversity and magnificent details
symmetry and unity found among chaos
and for brief (yet eternal) moments
I forget my aloneness
and the incessence of mosquitoes
the painful incessence of useless thoughts of things lost
he loves me not
but there are, eventually, more daisies among the scourage