Tangled Vines
Vines crept up the old brick wall
and clung with tenacious skill.
Tangled, this way and that they
rose, with a singular purpose
it seemed. To reach upward
no matter what the path or
impediments presented. I
studied this old wall for a bit,
than went on my way, thinking
about my path and the lesson
here. Those tangled vines on
that old brick wall....
7/7/13
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2013
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