Aug 122011
Behold me!  Spiky leaves foist off
the importunate poor with sour milk.
Burly through the concrete
I crack!  
Dowdy, dull and living alone,
I have no zest for aesthetics.
My talons pinch the earth, suck deep,
choke those tenderer comers,
the pansy pink and their fellows frail.
Strong, strange, my own, I am.

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