letting trees grow unchecked
runs counter to our quest for order
weeds in front lawns meet disapproval
and pink work-orders from city council
prodded by offended neighbours
the weed-and-feed crowd, who stroll
past our wilderness, noses pointed
skywards, unobservant
of the inhabitants of our park
easier to love our yard in summer
when all visible is a swath of leafiness
punctuated by banks of day-lilies
their orange mass transient but glorious
plants long considered noxious weeds
dandelion and milkweed thrive
harbour endangered Monarchs
encourage scarce pollinators
who cluster round our urban farm’s blooms
giving us produce in return for beauty
all may enjoy, if they bother to look
without bending to pull the invasive
flora that offend them so, unknowing
that it takes as little as a patch of wild
in our own yards, to re-connect
with life’s roots—to re-wild ourselves