Among the Nettles

You call on them, sullen in their inner reaches,

not even sure if they haven’t yet gone.

But the siftings that your composure releases

may scorn your efforts to make of them a salon,

to have them sit down for wines and cheeses,

hoping they will all make friends, while they get busy

making you prove to them you’re study’s truest son

with stitchery prone to make you dizzy –

sometimes there are too many patterns to choose from.

But you figure it out when your stomach settles,

leaving a little bit of space between

the ones that seem to take root among the nettles,

positioning the gaudy ones where they’ll be seen.

This way you can showcase your better finds,

proud to have gathered the worst and very best rhymes.

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