Tangerine Crossvine
A poem by Cecily Parks
I try to clean up the ecstatic vines.
Gardeners have a kink for obedience.
Gardeners have a kink for obedience
like each twist of a backyard chain link fence.
Like each twist of a backyard chain link fence
I’m only made of pieces in a pattern.
Only made of pieces in a pattern
I try to keep up with the ecstatic vines.