Slender stems
      green-feathered,

Shimmying, shimmering
      in morning light,

Earth-bound sprites
      tall, at ease

Awaiting the breeze,
      waiting to dance.

    The previous poem, "Dancers", 
    demands a photo, which was the 
    idea. However, a kind reader 
    pointed out that it can't stand 
    on its own. It would fall flat 
    if read to an audience without 
    visual aids. 

    The current poem is an exercise 
    in disconnecting the two. The 
    title and first few lines 
    imperfectly recreate the picture. 
    As a result, this version can 
    be read over the radio!
                
    Horseweed (Erigeron canadensis) 
    is native to western North 
    America, and has since spread 
    worldwide. Indigenous peoples 
    have touted its curative powers 
    for several ailments. Farmers 
    hate it because it's invasive. 
    Horseweed neither loves nor 
    hates anything--it just wants 
    to dance.