I Keep Pulling at the Crabgrass and It Keeps Coming Back

I keep pulling at the crabgrass and it keeps coming back
Thought I'd tackle the patio today so I pried up a strangled brick
The sun was baking everything below the smoggy blue
"Hat be damned" I thought, I'll just yank a few

There's nothing so seductive as a half-discovered root
The sand was cool below the brick as my fingers found a tangle
It tensed a moment and then let go and I shook it in the air
The shoots were palid, succulent, jauntily alive
"Gotcha!" I said and threw them in the corner to dry out

A broken crabgrass segment peeked below the next-door brick
I got the shovel and wedged it in and worked it like a lever
My eyes were blurry but I could feel the weed hiding underneath
I pulled up the brick and there it spread in sand-eating glory
"No more!" I cried, annoyed by its spawning indifference

"Perhaps it's my fault. I laid this patio here," I thought, widening the hole
Now twenty bricks were scattered along with the satisfying clumps
I was making progress, sifting through the sand for remnants
A single cell can regrow the entire unit, that's what happens all the time

My hands are sore and my nails are dirty but I did good work today
I just kept going for six or seven hours and now that grass is gone
They say nothing matches its tenacity, nothing thrives better with neglect
I'll put the patio back in soon. I'll buy clean sand tomorrow.

I keep pulling at the crabgrass and it keeps coming back
I can match your energy, bud, I too thrive on drought alone
I don't know which crack will green up next.
But I've got a shovel and I'll be here my whole life long.

(c) 2007 by Alexandra L. Weber Morales

Time To Do Up What Summer's Undone

The bite in the air, the slant of the sun
intoxicating autumn has come
With foolish hope, a chance to vote
and tinker with how the world is run
Starchy school clothes and chic new shoes
time to do up what summer's undone

By Alexa Weber Morales (c) 2007

The Love of God

I'm doing some office cleaning and found these lyrics scrawled on a paper. I know I had a simple chord structure borrowed from a Brazilian tune. I improvised the melody during a service at Grace Cathedral some time ago. I'll have to fix this up and publish it but for the moment this will keep it from getting too lost.

O Amor de Deus/The Love of God
By Alexandra L. Weber Morales (c) 2007

O Amor de Deus está aqui
Expandindo com a nossa luz
O amor dos irmãos e irmãs
E da terra e da Mãe de nós

The love of God is in here
I can feel it expand
The love of my brother and my sister and my father
and the Mother of the land

The love of God is aware
Can you let it expand
Beating seeing being
All beasts are held in her hand

Held in one hand