A Madness of Rhizomes

Oh, Bermuda grass!

You torment me SO

I dig and dig and dig

and dig and dig

Yet you still continue on

Under the ground

ad infinitum

Perhaps to China

But more likely

to Bermuda.

I wish you would have just stayed there to begin with.

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And now, to mangle some William Carlos Williams:



so much depends

upon

a green weed

barrow

filled with grass

shrapnel

beside the grey

kitten.

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You know how it's called a pride of lions or a murder of crows or a pod of dolphins?  I have come to the conclusion that we gardeners should start calling Bermuda grass, with its unbelievable tenacity, "a madness of rhizomes."  Those rhizomes will surely drive me to the brink of insanity.  Behold above, the results of 8 hours hard labor: a weed barrow.  And still the Bermuda grass persists.  I'm telling you, it's definitely a madness of rhizomes.