Ode to My Digitaria (Crabgrass) Lavish yourself across the wooden bucket, flourish as you cover every inch of the circle of cracked earth that nourishes and helps you grow on your stout stems into the hot air and light where you flare out like a dancer, finger-like leaves velvet to the touch. You defy the lack of rain and you are the last of intense green to remain until the autumn frost finds you but maybe not the small part of yourself pushing forth from the crack in the bottom of the bucket.
Janet Krauss, who has two books of poetry published, Borrowed Scenery, Yuganta Press, and Through the Trees of Autumn, Spartina Press, has recently retired from teaching English at Fairfield University. Her mission is to help and guide Bridgeport’s young children through her teaching creative writing, leading book clubs and reading to and engaging a kindergarten class. As a poet, she co-directs the poetry program of the Black Rock Art Guild.
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