My head pounds and aches on this first of September. Â
Evil dastardly ragweed lurks at every turn
even just outside my bedroom window.
I was too happy to bother rooting it out this summer. Â
Now I cast curses, give it the stink eye, knowing full wellÂ
that these gestures are futile, even childish. Â
The natural world that I love has flattened me. Â
A tall common and might I say unpretty weed has won.
I am defeated. Â
Humbly I loosen the cap on a bottle of pillsÂ
hoping for respite.
