Wisteria
I've battled every year,
To keep the Wisteria clear.
Away from the tree,
Swaying so gracefully.
The vine has caught a branch,
Refusing to let it go.
Tightening its grasp,
I wonder how long the tree will last.
Cutting the Wisteria away,
Year after year,
Only to have it reappear!
Can't close the clippers anymore,
The tree is on its own.
Remains beautiful outside my home!
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