SATURDAY'S TRELLIS
Like the trellis of some other day - wild,
fearsome, windy and blown - these blossoms
have tried gamely to grab on to something
stable. In every which way they can, they stay.
Determinately clinging. Rapacious vines.
Anchored in a certain sort of May vanity
to both blossom and display. Those who
come strolling by stop and stroll no more.
Instead, they stay. A very particular Kingdom
of Beauty, from which no one wants to leave.
Like the trellis of some other day - wild,
fearsome, windy and blown - these blossoms
have tried gamely to grab on to something
stable. In every which way they can, they stay.
Determinately clinging. Rapacious vines.
Anchored in a certain sort of May vanity
to both blossom and display. Those who
come strolling by stop and stroll no more.
Instead, they stay. A very particular Kingdom
of Beauty, from which no one wants to leave.
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