Talking Weeds by Deborah S Regan Talking Weeds Coins falling from a grating, miss me by threads dear heaven, she picks up a leaflet says the undertow dissipates promptly and cries for each disease but nuclear abandon makes us defeatist failing to cure measles, let alone.... You see no children in the economy, worm infestations flicker on the GDP the weeds in concrete scream to avoid them, relics of the sixties, when urban blight bothered Mother, we’re alone and nobody takes care of anybody except in words of responsibility 01/16/2004 Posted on 01/17/2004 Copyright © 2025 Deborah S Regan Return to the Previous Page     pathetic.org FAQ Members Poetry Center Login Signup   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2025 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)