Poetry: Morning Glory Vine

Morn­ing Glo­ry Vine
–Ann Iverson

      One year
      as late as October
      it crawled its tangled
      up the cyclone fence
      the trel­lis archway
          the apple tree
    was eye
    to eye
      with us
          in our
sec­ond-sto­ry bedroom.
We talked about it often,
    our own flag of red apple and blue glory.
      For how could we have
      ignored the beauty
      which fol­lowed us
          that year
      mar­ried in July?

Cyn is Rick's wife, Katie's Mom, and Esther & Oliver's Mémé. She's also a professional geek, avid reader, fledgling coder, enthusiastic gamer (TTRPGs), occasional singer, and devoted stitcher.
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