The gutter weed grows out of the dust and washed down dirt
The sediment that slowly builds over the weeks
Under that is the fire ants nest so when you pull the weed
You are attacked by the multitudes of angry ants
I dug out the weeds and the soil leaving the empty crack
That the cycle of flying and floating sediment starts over
Crawling things will bury themselves in it their habitation
a factory for the new weed seeds or cut root regrowing
The sun baking it and readying it further as another layer collects
Then it creates the exact organic dimension for this new life
To the human eye it is gutter weed
In truth is a small incomplete copy of the cosmos
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