You who lay out lawns
that endure picnics on a warm day,
cool to touch under the sun,
soft green blades that cushion bums,
and collapse under weight
of naked backs;
you who bend
even to a breeze,
you have a plan.
Heads of spiky inflorescence spring up overnight;
the next day, soccer practice --
pairs of socks
will take your seeds
Barbs and hooks cling fast to fur or clothes,
let the giants come
and bear your seeds
Let them discover how fast and tightly you cling.
Let their fingers pick and tear you off, fling
your seeds to the wind!
Into the cracks of tarmac / concrete / brick,
any / where the dust escapes the wind / dew settles:
I'll save the short ones for the work days -- short forms are fun and light, although challenging are doable.