Monday Afternoon Weeding

This afternoon

In the backyard
Pulling at weeds
In more ways than one
I said to myself

In its perennial bounty 

This crabgrass is spreading
Like a gospel that  
Can't be overstated enough

As we partake of a story

Not fixated upon

Each individual’s demise

As an end in itself

But from the roots
A process unfolds

Continuous in its glory
Even if now I must
Address myself
To the annoyance
Of weeding 
On my hands and knees
Across the entire lawn