Feeling guilty...

Feeling guilty,

she pulls up milk thistle 

by the root.

While pulling weeds...

While pulling weeds,
tired, clumsy hands
grab some flowers too.

Pulling weeds at dusk...

Pulling weeds at dusk --
a tiny lizard escapes
the next handful.


Pulling weeds at dusk --
winds blow clouds --
white crescent moon.


Pulling weeds at dusk,
I smile at small lizards
who scurry away.