You entwine upon my trellis, twisting here and twisting there, living your life without a care
Slowly you creep, ever winding, still finding your way around
Round and around
You live in never-ending circles
The slowest merry-go-round in the world for bugs and ants alike
Grinding into woods and trees, digging deep with all your might
Your berries, like amethysts glow in the gleaming sun attracting birds like starlings to feast and to come
My emerald city thinks the aphid
My poem here is done
© Tina Cousins 2013
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