unwelcome arrivals
insinuating earth
yet to the blind
they feel lush
to the child
they look soft.
the wind
waves them.
they oxygenate
air as well
as their man-
icured cousins.
by whose command
should we consign,
pluck, relegate?
weeds we
are all
in the end.
Question: am I 'permitted' in a poem to use punctuation if I choose to go all lower case?
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