Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Weeds

"A slight blanket of clovers..."

Weeds

A slight blanket of clovers
and minute flowers
bloomed overnight
under the tree by my window.

It's a shame the guy
with the lawnmower
decided they were weeds.

I sneezed my discontent
26 times last count.






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AnonymoGeorge Wighus
09/24/2022
09:44:18 AM
I feel your beautiful words lay waist, as the mowers blades cut down autumns grace.
Som
09/24/2022
09:44:18 AM
Outstanding as always Anna my friend
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