RECEDE
A weed grows in my garden
nothing else
just a weed
It looks pretty in the morning
fairy like
almost freed
It shows me where I haven’t tended
neglected
not paid heed
It grows despite my indifference
unnurtured
what if I concede?
I walk over and stand next to it
grateful
for its seed
The garden is not lost
I can let it grow
if I recede