grows rampant in salty ditches. An accident-
-al ecosystem, we humans coaxed them
inland with gritters and cars.

But today my children forage the coastal weed
sun-seeded by the fjord. We let the flesh-
-y green leaves unbuckle

their mustard in our hands and spark
tired tongues wide awake.
Clusters of their horse-radish

flowers scent the seam of high tide.
Shallow taproots grapple dry stone.
Survival builds houses

here—where the waterline heaves,
where halophytes defy every onslaught
of salt.