Amaranth
Maura Way
It was too unwilting red
to ever be called Pigweed
but even the Queen Anne’s
Lace is really just a carrot,
My label, too, conjures
a more glorious being.
Maura Way, originally from Washington, DC, currently lives in North Carolina. Her poems have appeared in Drunken Boat, Verse, DIAGRAM, Beloit Poetry Journal, and The Chattahoochee Review. Her first collection, Another Bungalow, is forthcoming from Press 53. She has been a schoolteacher for twenty years.