My neighborhood’s oxalisated now.
The yellow blooms make carpets in the sun.
To finger-rake the foliage is how
we weed the yard in April, leaving none
although the flowers never hurt our eyes,
and clover-cool the green is soft as rain,
so every spring it comes as a surprise
that gard’ners view oxalis with disdain.

A Sunset guide informed me, long ago,
there’s no distinguishing a bush from tree
except in how and where we let it grow.
Now I assume a like consistency
exists when we assort, as plants or weeds,
according to our local wants and needs.