What Grows

I should pull it out.

It's been weeks. The crack's getting wide,

concrete splitting at the seam without

a sound, one green shoot splitting inside.

I could spend five minutes and be done.

Five minutes and it's gone, the threat

removed, the driveway made clean in the sun,

the problem solved before regret.

But I don't. Every morning I see

the weed getting bolder, roots going down,

and I let it be. There's something in me

that wants to watch it split this town

of concrete. Maybe it's not mercy.

Maybe I'm just tired of control.

Maybe I want to see something thirsty

actually make it. That's the whole goal.