Im a Crepe Myrtle
I’m a Crepe Myrtle
By: Tom Wright
10-15-2019
I’m the crepe myrtle
attempting to grow where I shouldn’t be.
I birthed from a wind deposited seed
that landed in a sidewalk crack,
and lean against your porch’s rock column.
I grow two feet each year and bloom hot pink.
I know you love crepe myrtles because you have seventy.
you cant dig me up, and I know I can’t stay.
So twice, in the fall, you’ve cut me down,
each spring I begin again.
Call me persistent.
I’ll call you sad.
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