Field of Weeds

Sometimes, our mind is a field of weeds,
where there's no tree to provide us shade.
There’s only the wind to keep us company.
And dandelions that invite goldfinches
to mesmerise and attract bees to sting.
Poppy seeds, innocent in our muffins,
hide in the ground to sprout unwanted dreams.
So which to weed out and which to keep
is a choice only we, ourselves should make.

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10 December 2005
(revised 30 July 2006)