• Jan Avellana

i am a weed

I am a weed woody, gangly, no lipstick, no shine.

But I know how to grow through cement.

I know how to take a sliver of filtered sunlight and a teaspoon of dirt and make a life.

I can’t go deep so I go wide, fingers crawling under city streets, down past Front Street— and around the corner, to the end of the block and back again.

~ j. avellana


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