this stuff grew wild
from someone's rich garden, imported
as ornament from the far Orient
here to spread reckless,
devouring miles by inches
and feet, and roots and ears. All
man-high stalk and soft fluffy mane,
a style the eye could get used to
with pain,
or with pleasure.
It hardly can matter
that much. It's hardy
and reedy and soft
at the top
to touch.
With vegetable strength
it embraced
and devoured the length
and the width of the land.
Now waving in winds
and rustling in waves,
by the Bay
kept at bay
by the gardener's toils
it stands.
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