Tumi Johnson

the poemdances

May 24 2016

Weed Song

 

Weed Song

 

I do not have a straight up and down-ess,

I do not blush in hues of pink. I come not in

timely rows. I’ve never been blameless,

and you’ll miss my bloom if you blink.

 

You passed me on the way to tulip,

I was down low bent towards the ground.

You smiled the azaleas, you let me slip.

I watched from here and made not a sound.

 

I was plucked out.

“We don’t want you here. You are a bad seed.”

I was tossed out but I never did shout.

I came back in threes, and never did bleed.

 

And one day, you were lying on the grass and I,

warm with your touch, felt your sudden pause.

And I think my love, I know the reason why-

you felt my lips, my knees, my claws.

And leaning up, you looked through the tumbling green

and fell for the loveliest weed you’d never seen.

 

-Tumi Johnson

 

Choreography: Tumi Johnson

Dancer:  Tumi Johnson

Sound: Poem by Tumi Johnson (“Weed Song”)

 

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