in partnership
with the universe
like the tiger lily
poking up
its gorgeous head
among the so-called
useless weeds
in the uncultivated fields
that still abide.
But it's okay
if, after all,
I'm not a lily,
but only grass
in a clutch of curly grass
waving in the wind,
staring sunward:one of those
sweet, abrasive blades.
