The Weeds Poem by Gregory Orr
The Weeds
On the lawn, beside the red house
she taught me to slice deep
circles around dandelions
with the sharp point of my trowel
so when I pulled them
the taproots come up too.
She wore a blue dungaree jacket,
her braided hair
tied up in a paisley bandanna.
We crouched there near each other,
mother and son, digging in silence
in the dusk of late summer.
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