PoetryEtc Featured Poet: Mark Weiss   

This time that gracelessness one would mistake for candor
is merely gracelessness
and wouldn't it be lovely
to dance
through a lifetime. Gravity
is such a cruel instructor.
What can I say? In the failed
garden I've made this Summer
a few blossoms nod on the peas
for all the world like orchids.
One takes one's consolations
where one finds them. Time to admire
the tenacity of weeds.