when lovers
toss you
aside
for red roses
sunflowers
or powder pink petunias
to offer a valentine
a sick mother
a weekend affair
(their wife dont know about)
you do not weep
wilt or
wither
you spring up in
arid arizona deserts and
fresh cut california lawns
crawl through cracks in concrete
unwilling to accept
all the treacheries of
their deliberate disregard
you gargle
roundup and
weed-be-gone
shrug off spades shovels and
pinching fingers
searching for your roots
resilient
you grip the earth
like a raised fist
uncompromising
in your tireless revolution

again and again
you come back
hoping
the next hand to hold you
wont just throw you away

you spread your leaves
like arms outstretched
waiting
waiting
for someone
to love you