flowering weeds

musings from a cocktail party

the cocktail party
is moving all around me

while I am sitting awkwardly in a chair in the corner
of the room writing this poem out on my phone

everyone is so excited
about the weather
and their latest vacation
and the newest cars
and how they plan on voting

I am a little jealous

  because right now I am only obsessed
with the encounter I had yesterday 

when my neighbor knocked on my front door  
to ask me why I am letting my weeds overtake my 
planters in my front and back yard

"you could grow a really vibrant garden," he offered 
without asking

"hmmm," I responded with a melodramatic thoughfulness
like I was considering a treaty that had geopolitical ramifications