Milkweed

Milkweeds shimmer

like lavender parasols,

protruding outwards 

as if the sun 

had an everlasting

ray of light

consuming everything.

Their sapphire roots,

like dishevelled

hair obtrude out

from the murky

aroma of polluted

Sewers.

Their hunter-green

stem drifts in 

the wind

like a pliable tube,

as thin as a

single toothpick.

Leaves dangle

like small 

pencil tips,

raven black,

unpigmented flowers

verged with yellow

 divulging unrevealed

caches of pollen 

in a gold coating.