knotweed and kudzu
Non-natives spew pollens of beyond
licked up on tiny-leaf tongues.
Human hurricanes uprooted and heaved
Lawn carpets and landscapes babble
in green and red and yellow foreign dabbles.
The tongue of the strangled invader
thickens but seldom chokes,
dirty never ending work.
Bugs and birds seek any harbor
buried in their genes a yearning for eons-old.
Their Edens are scattered language labs
seeking communion with known.
Children grow up unable to name what belongs where,
what to eat; what not,
who spoke locavore first.
need classes to find out what to plant
to save tree frogs
feed honey bees
nectar monarchs and painted ladies.
Vernacular of place
Forgetting dialects, we
greet quince blooms
sow round up ready corn
savor the blackberry
rake the red leaves
that demanded citizenship
these foreign tongues spitting in the breeze.