Weeds and Wild Flowers (edit and new Title)

[bianca.a.palmisano]

This has shades of Mary Oliver to it, both in content and rhythm, so my instinct is to suggest that you hew to the simple. A lovely start!

Wild Weeds of the Northeast Sanctuary

This summer due to my lack -- agree to add the comma after summer
of growing tomatoes, or beans,
or even the ever abundant
zucchini, I tend my garden
of two, 4x8’ raised beds, towards  -- might actually make this line "of 4x8' raised beds towards," removing the commas and the word two
wild flowers.  A sprinkling, I feel,
 
of a mixture sown with such anticipation
of sprouting might lend itself
to an easier harvest.  Each morning I look  -- such sweetness in this stanza
 
for tender shoots trying to distinguish
the young dicotyledons of the wanted -- dicotyledons took me out of the rhythm here; I would use the more common dicots
from the others--
but these feral grounds, they confuse.
 
How to cull 
when each bright sprout might be nothing
but promise?  -- I love this stanza
 
When they grow comingled; anonymous
interlopers free to fester 
among the greater good;
free to steal
sunlight, nutrient soil,
a watering rain?  With a keen eye,

I'd rework this stanza a bit because the alliteration of free to fester actually comes out sounding odd. My suggestion, feel free to ignore:
When they grow comingled; anonymous

interlopers steal sunlight, 
divert nutrient soil
from the greater good
pilfer a watering rain.  With a keen eye,

each developing pattern of leaf,
stalk and form is analyzed to determine  -- this is where I diverge from the crowd because I actually like the pronouns/author's presence in the poem and would like to see it more here, rather than the passive voice
a future worth, but each grows
 
green as the next, tall as the next
all budding tight little fists  -- beautiful phrase
of defiance.  I find myself lost
 
in the anticipation, in the exploration,
in the ongoing blooming   -- simplified the grammar here, again, maybe just a personal preference
kaleidoscope of simple truths.