It’s absolutely silly how upset
I got about a trellis vine that died.
Acceptance took three weeks – I didn’t let
its symptoms tell me what they signified.
I’m feeling better now all hope has flown;
I paid a guy today to take the vine,
and I’m about to try replacements known
to thrive, but vaping pot and sipping wine.

A nervous almost-wreck am I today –
my ends are loose, my thoughts are trending sad –
a little stricken by the sorry way
wisteria has died. I’m almost mad –
I tried my best. I’m anxious and forlorn.
Perhaps I need to take some time to mourn.