the black thumb

some people have a green thumb

everything they touch
grows
and blooms

blossoms. it's the same
in life

too, friends abound, love
is everywhere
with these green thumbed
souls.

there's hardly a cross word
spoken, not an enemy
to be found.

whereas others, the thumb is black,
and where the seeds
went in

nothing rises, what was there
dies,

weeds and vines
take control.

they'll strangle you if
you don't take

the hoe and cut them off
at the root.
nothing around them
will ever see the sun,

and grow.