Vinings

In my window was a vine
stained glass
the grapes were purple
the bars white
the vine a deep brown
leaves green

Light filters , the grapes glowing purple
a little bit of twine
Someone in the room
mentioned the name of someone who died

And the room seemed to darken
as I realized
life
is a one way journey

thankfully
there was silence
and quiet enough to realize
that everything that person had done
or said
is not entirely gone

the danger
I think
comes in the simple things
that grow
swinging their tendrils into a spiral
blindly at first
until it finds something it can grow upon
the covering the hillside
and everything in your backyard
even your sleepy basset hound

Everything is the same
to Kudzu
it covers
backyards
slow moving cars
buildings
dogs
your long lost copy of catcher in the rye
its roots penetrate your coffin when you die
cutting through stone
and wood
piercing roots
through silk sarcophogi
feeding upon deathmask
and the tattered remains
of understated clothing
open at the back

I know of a person
who is trying
to teach kudzu how to survive
in the cold halflight
of Mars
so it can grow there

Be careful what you wish for
that you might get it