Two months ago
fell her vine
.. nothing round which
herself to entwine
.. her stained glass
window leaves..
too heavy to continue
her climb
They are the servants
of green snaking serpent
bejeweled with
gold trumpet flowers
which
like openhanded fingers
stretch to the air
Elsewhere begins
the closehanded
fruit..
Last month she
came to a high brick wall
.. which blocks others
but helps her again to climb