Cool Down: A Lover's Lament Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Just like bindweed
and the dandelion,
you keep coming back,
perplexed that everyone
fails to see your
obvious prettiness
and stalwart petitions
for love and admiration.

Like kudzu run amok
you twine and writhe
around other living things
until they choke, broken
and surrendering.

A friend cuts you down here
and you spring up down there,
the roots of your ego
subterranean and expansive.

Cool down.
You don’t have to kill the garden
to take your place
among the flowers there.