Ivy crawls up the shrubs
It’s summer and hot
Remember the cold winter?
Me neither
We’re still married
Desire is in the world
Like that vine
Searching for a higher place
We might be holly bushes
By the house
Where the vine
Hunts the roof
And order in the human realm
Fastidious gardener
Trims and prunes
Shaping things up
But…
The cunning, winding weed
Finds the top again
In a few days time
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