Make me a weed,

a wild and restless thing,

too burning for a flaming sky

to green myself in shade.


Make me a weed,

with roots as thin as sparks,

with leaves that dance in summer heat

like campfires on a plain.


Make me a weed,

the strider of the squall,

strange tower above rooted grass,

an iceberg overturned.


Make me a weed,

browned and dried by flame,

charred and withered from fires within,

an ash on earth’s hot brow.



from Text and Commentary (Mandala Publishing).

For my thoughts about writing this poem, follow this link.


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About lymangrant

Lyman Grant is a professor of creative writing and humanities at Austin Community College. He has work at ACC since 1978. He is the author or editor of two textbooks, two books relating to Texas literature, three volumes and a chapbook of poetry. Recently he traveled the United States for a year in a 34-foot RV 5th wheel trailer with his wife and two younger sons.