your bloom betrays you

your bloom betrays you
i think to the wild garlic mustard (invasive)
that we identify by its white flowers and clear out
of the woods,  moving
from clump of white blooms to clump of white blooms
tugging until it all (including the root) comes up
and we put the plants in plastic bags
that we toss into the dumpster
now and then: the smell of sweet sicily
in the air

we bring hot water bottles
to the box where the small scratched-up patched-fur badass champion of a cat
whose gaunt face makes him look like a fox
curls up and sleeps
while cold rain
comes down