columbines betray last year’s scattering of seed
by straying from the well-kept bed and
springing unruly from the lawn
i want to tear them out and
bring order to my jealous yard
maybe i should collect crystals and
arrange them neatly on a shelf but
the suggestion prompts your laughter
bursting through the spring air
the columbines are beautiful with
downcast gaze and slender neck
they have their infidelities but
i will tend them still