GREAT WEED MONSTER
The lineup is greater than cards, and these
strange things are growing up from the pavement.
Wax-hard, and shiny too, the leaves are as large as
fans shedding space, shadows of light, huge arcs
of vague circumference. I want to lung forward,
just to grab at something - but only air itself
comes laughingly back at me. I am sure I've
seen bugs here as large as my hand - things
surely too large to propel themselves, yet
they do. Strange how all that seems.
I think I will go up to the roof,
just to be able to get away.
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