Push on through the weeds …
“Be careful son don’t let ladybug slip.”
On Through the Weeds
To push on through the weeds to find the lawn
the rains and snow melt brought new growth for yards
to ensure mowers need within the cards,
to ensure the old ecosystems gone.
This started with a kneel to pull the weeds,
to grab them by their roots and give a tug
when Eli offered up a Ladybug.
No truth in my concern to fill its needs.
I now push Briggs and Stranton to the brink
as sweat begins to bead on my forehead.
My hands will not relinquish my firm grip,
to destroy quickly before I must think
about insect migrants, the ones who fled.
“Be careful son don’t let Ladybug slip.”