They were verdant                                

with unapologetic life

a gabble of petals

tossing in an exuberance

of being, a whirlwind of growing

-of grass stains and skinned knees,

ironed dresses and morning messes

fireflies and mudpies-

Endlessly clamorously vining, trailing, flourishing and burgeoning 

Until they went silent,

leaving behind 


    -empty rooms fragrant

     with once mowed grass and overgrown memories. 

     a tangled treasure of lives and limbs

     forever vining and intertwining-


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