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Residue
Residue
an ivy twined grip envelops my dwelling
making its way up weathered brick
anchored in crumbling mortar
holding fast
creeping creeping creeping creeping
steadfast relentless
undeterred upon its mission
grasping rubble
stopping only to die upon winter’s breath
a summer’s work with little left
but look closely and recall
the tendrils left upon the wall
© 7/5/00 Bart Breen
