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Once around the Ankle, Forever

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #253. 


A vine sprawls over the post, leaning
over the railing, pointing down the culvert.
A poodle stumbles to a saunter at pressure
while her boy shuffles up into a yard 
to avoid a parked car, a puddle of old pollen,
and the sly glances of squirrels. 
The coyote feels the vine pointing
and suggests the girl tear her photo,
revealing she's just another vine.
The poodle strains but the boy doesn't see
and the squirrels don't tell.

I think a summer day has become lost in the middle of spring and I'm just ready for summer's hibernation. Poets hibernate in summer, right?

-- chrissa

Comments

  1. HelenApril 1, 2023 at 3:03 PM

    Love your maze of a poem and YOU hibernate? Never.

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  2. JimApril 1, 2023 at 4:33 PM

    Squirrels are cunning creatures. They squirrel away a lot of useful information. For blackmail?
    ..

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  3. AngelaApril 2, 2023 at 6:55 AM

    I love the eeriness created in this poem such a good read 🙌

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  4. Susie ClevengerApril 2, 2023 at 9:35 AM

    I love what you saw and created from the image...The worded revelation of inspiration

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  5. qbitApril 2, 2023 at 12:52 PM

    Great title, and maybe we are all just vines and tangle.

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  6. Carrie BurttApril 2, 2023 at 1:03 PM

    Love the way this feels so mysterious from beginning end...all the while captivating like a vine around the ankle. Even in hibernation you could write the most wonderful poem my friend!

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  7. Gillena CoxApril 2, 2023 at 1:55 PM

    What a tangled weave you wove today. I do not understand it. I appreciate it.
    Thanks for dropping by my blog.

    Much💚love

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  8. Keith's RamblingsApril 3, 2023 at 2:44 AM

    Interesting, intriguing and a pefect accompaniment to the picture!

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