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.