Honeysuckle
Is my
Enemy
Strangling my
Dogwood
Murdering my
Blueberries
Smothering my
Holly
And yet
As I watch
On a new summer's twilight
The young couple stops
And He
Laughing
Takes flowers for her hair
Then a woman
Alone
Presses her face
Into its warm
Sweet
Welcome
O my
Enemy
How worthy you are
of
Love
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