another gardening (of sorts) poem – a sonnet (of sorts)

We are the invasive species.
Like the weeds we are, our broad
green leaves block out sunlight
to the seeded plants –
our well-adapted root system
drains away nutrients from below.

We think we are the fittest
for survival – the quickest to adjust
to environmental shifts, and yet the most
conservatively disposed to superficial change.

We create thoughts, make decisions
to ensure security for our progeny.
They will belong in the garden –
and they will cover up our alien origins.

Author: Raymond Maxwell Librarian, archivist, retired foreign service officer and Navy veteran.

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