It was
halfway up the pine before I caught sight of it.
The eternal vine of weediness where it should not have been
but we allowed for its coverage
and its color.
The eternal vine of weediness where it should not have been
but we allowed for its coverage
and its color.
Masked by
bough and the neighbors' more cultivated variety
now spread more beautiful than a painting on their southern wall,
where the window should be but never was,
we always said.
now spread more beautiful than a painting on their southern wall,
where the window should be but never was,
we always said.
The leafy
likeness and almost redness betrayed an ulterior rise to prominence.
The covered up wall could be more than happy at its blanket,
The covered up wall could be more than happy at its blanket,
but living
things fight other living ones to survive.
Would I be
in time to pull down the creeping encroachment
while warmer weather lasts?
Would I bother if the sun delayed
and my tardiness
burdened it
into winter.
while warmer weather lasts?
Would I bother if the sun delayed
and my tardiness
burdened it
into winter.
Could the pine forgive me
?
Would I pardon myself at pine's end?
