Weeds. A Poem by Becca Menon





for David


      Because they are seeing determined seeds
      of nameable, nearing death in his body,
      he goes in his garden to pull the weeds,
      working tranquilly, editing God.

Known for her musical storytelling craft, Becca Menon’s works have been hailed internationally from the Middle East to the United Kingdom. This American translator and author of books of verse narrative has shorter works in print and online. Hear readings and discover other mischief at www.BeccaBooks.com ~

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