my favorite Grateful Dead studio album grows in my yard,
there, peeking out through the honeysuckle and blackberry brambles,
every May, there’s a burst of color near the vacant lot.
I like a flower that grows wild, says
fuck you and your cultivation
I’m free and I’m me.
Watch out for my thorns
if you attempt to pluck me,
better to let me keep living
life on the vine. You didn’t
bring me here, so don’t
take me from here. You
may as well be a Canada Goose
in the South Fork River,
heckling herons.
American Beauty.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
Intrusive rhyme bothers me, except as a weapon.
Intertextuality is my passion.
Formalist/ New Critical are my guiding theories.
My words are mine, not a robot’s.
MA English literature, CofC
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