Weeds We Can Agree

So we survived another morning’s comprehensive

inanity - altho’, in retrospect, it was less looniness 

than alternate views of unconsidered possibilities 

Ill-considered also has a space; there’re too many 

egocentric iterations of - been there, done that - to 

create tensionless rationalisation of what we see 

Agreeing what needs doing but not how opens an 

uneasy Pandora’s reasoning process, but lessons 

are progressing towards seeing things the same 

So you drive the beast and I’ll spray the weeds is 

an accomodation we seek, and can agree upon - 

and that is the way we redress today’s impasse 

At the end there is graceful redefinition of whose 

plan made an event come to pass; cohering was 

easily winner while last place went to the weeds

Regardless of initial anxiety we can clasp hands 

gladly knowing what we achieved had been done 

together - & the weeds now know they’re at war 

© 13 May 2016, I. D. Carswell