Wildflowers

I'll take the wildflowers, weeds and sticks, they are more true.
I'll bend and mimic the seed that blows in the wind and
by a bird snatched up, or falls on a rock, or takes to the soil
not to be contained,
tamed, like the just so perfectly planted, so color coordinated, so sterile, so nice,
so Ortho Weed whacked and Blue Ribbon bland.

you'll find me somewhere in the wildflowers, weeds and sticks,
where the unrestrained flow of drippings fall
and satisfy