When I act relatively normal,
like hurrying from one place to the next,
people ask me for money.

When I act out of the ordinary,
like sitting and watching a spider,
people ask me for pot.

Spring time

We just finished the month of March
which I now fancy as the month when stinging nettles come back.
Poking out from ferns,
clustered, velvety and vibrant.

I got my first nettle stings this year.
Brushed along my wrist, the tip of my finger.  
They welt up red, and the pain can last an evening or a day,
depending on how direct the sting sticks you.
But I don't mind.
They say, "Hey!  I'll feed you,
but remember me!"