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Click hereYou escaped from a jungle, or perhaps
some distant relative ( of mine) snipped
a piece of you and hid the tendril in his coat
when it was still possible to smuggle plants
into a foreign country. You have grown
in increments, measurable in feet, not inches
and you seem content to hang in my yard
near towering red tips that shade my porch
from summer. But a cold front has moved in
and I fear that you might catch a chill
which could cause your leaves to wither
your vines to weaken and I would be
without you come Spring. I wanted
to let you know, there is a cricket
somewhere inside your mass of foliage
but it is, after all, still summer and I
don't mind the cricket chirping
if you don't mind listening to me.
Has all the imagery of the South. I just imagine the plant with growth measured in feet as Kudzu. And those redtips can give you so much privacy...
re-reading.
ok, re-reading again.
why, how can a non erotic poem stimulate me like that? I used to be a human, now i am totally confused. good good job, gg.
worth re-reading for the parenthetical remark alone. *re-reading*
who am I to disagree with VD/this kind of bothers me "increments, measurable..." - you might want to rethink, come across as a redundancy