On A Pink Moon }
by Ada Limón
I take out my anger
And lay its shadow
On the stone I rolled
Over what broke me.
I plant three seeds
As a spell. One
For what will grow
Like air around us,
One for what will
Nourish and feed,
One for what will
Cling and remind me—
We are the weeds.
from The Carrying: Poems (Milkweed Editions, 2018).