The vine is huge but dying
On the other side
The vine is small but growing
The green leaves creep over
Pushing down the browning ones
As leverage and support
But together it’s a kind of mess
The dead and the living dead
Obscuring not outlining
What the trellis had in mind
The top-half of a smiling mouth
One wave mirroring another
A few leaves for foam and glitter
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