Author’s Note: I wrote this poem a few summers ago when I saw racism take a more visible hold in our country again. At the same time, I was struggling with weeds from the empty lot across the street invading my lawn at the same time, so I tried to make a comparison between the two. The heat I mention in the last stanza is meant to represent putting somebody through a refining fire that will hopefully change hate into, at the least, understanding. Please share this poem if you appreciate my thoughts and want to help convert the toxic weeds that have invaded our gardens.