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How quick I was
to curse the weeds
spiking up
through the lavender,
but wanting to remove them
is what it took
to make me pause,
to kneel on the ground
beside the thick
purple mounds
and thrust my hands
again and again
into the slender stems
to untangle and tug.
Now, I almost want
to thank those weeds
for the work.
Long after, the smell
lingered on my hands,
a gift so purple,
so humbling, so sweet.

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I plunge my hands into the soil
and tug on the long white bindweed roots
that cling to the cool damp dark.
Never once have I pulled the whole plant.
Always, the bindweed comes back.
Once I might have longed for a weed-free
world. How did I not see the bindweed
for what it is—a chance to touch
again and again what humbles me, and
to learn with my hands the art of acceptance
so my hands might teach my heart.

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