The Best Mulch For Bamboo Is Tar
(September 11, 1990)

People call them weeds
They don't want them, they say "they take over everything
These foreigners take up space
Choke out the natives just trying to make a living
And give nothing back"
So they cover the patch with asphalt
Hard blacktop, barren and hot, where the dancers used to sway
I walk by for several days, missing them
Then I notice delicate green fingers
And the tar is torn apart by inhuman strength
Within days they dance again
In their green gowns trimmed with red