Encroaching Wisteria
Wisteria winding along its trunk,
weaving a way to the sun —
squinting with anticipation.
The tree wrapped tight —
squeezed with a wisteria boa.
His only escape is to embrace the sun.
Onlookers comment at the beauty of
his arthritic knuckles and knotty trunk.
The ancient tree barely breathes,
as gathering kith and kin think him wise,
before he turns to dust.
9/24/2019
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2019
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