THREE POEMS

by Katha Pollitt
Like neighbors not invited to the wedding
these show up anyway: fat stalks
dull hairy leaves
they stand at the edge of the garden and cry I burn!
Ugly, but tenacious
they make themselves useful: in teas,
poultices, cures for baldness and rheumatic complaints.
From us such homely uses are all they can hope for,
but they too have their dream:
to be the chosen food of their beautiful loves
the peacock
small tortoiseshell
and red admiral caterpillar.