Poem: How Relentless – These Weeds

How relentless:
these weeds –

my knees bleed
from rough
fingerprints
of concrete

and next week,
I’m bound to believe
I’ll be here again

bent over like
a broken fence;
every one of my rungs
sprawling, falling

these weeds
keep on calling and
and calling, calling,
relentlessly singing
like stones

Peace (sprouting all over),
Kevin