Passiflora

By planting passionflower once, I found
I didn’t like its ranginess – the way
its branches climbed in clusters from the ground
and how it dominated the display
my trellis offered, crowding till it crowned
the young wisteria in spring’s array.
I pulled that passionflower vine by fall,
but I still like it on my neighbor’s wall.

(Ottava Rima)

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