Does ivy have free will?
Leafy green tentacles crawl up the age blackened walls.
Penetrating weathered wood with the loving tender care of the rapist.
So wild & free, tentacles grasping, invading each nook while the
whole embraces the longest side of the old carriage house.
Is it the wind that moves the leaves?
Does it really grow between eye blinks?
Does ivy have free will?

Front Door | Grand Hall | Back to Top | Back to Poetry Shelf | Library