Mouse-ear, quack grass, shepherdspurse, are beautiful
but weeds. Their greedy merits need another kind
of seeing than we normally bring. There is no sputtering
sun out there, no webworm egg, no lover snoring half-an-inch
away from your insomnia, that doesn’t shine a light
a special vision is required for. The fetal eyelids
fuse around a star-chart in the 9th week that we’ll never see
again, although for 5 months it’s the universe