I like this bush.
i didn't notice, it blooms
at the end of summer
when the winds are changing
and bringing cold
when the leaves are holding their notes
trying not to run out of breath
when the grass is struggling
just like me
to soak up the sun
without drying out.
the ivy blooms
clinging to the side of the screened porch
with tiny white blossoms
each bud a little bride
each petal, white as a sheet
twinkling in the mist like new stars.
just when things seem to be closing down
it opens up
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