ENVIRONMENTAL Poem: Ivy, by S. Marie Watkins

The rosemary bush beside
dad’s house
has gone to ivy. The last four sprigs
reach for sunshine
while the rest suffocates beneath waxy
five-pointed leaves. When
this house sells will the next neighbor
tear it out and hope
for barren ground or will the ivy stay
as if it always belongs? Will the next
neighbors even question
the bush beneath? They won’t know of the bees
that used to dance over purple flowers
and the cabbage moths that fluttered
between the springs. That context of this land
will live only in my mind along
with the memories
of standing in front of that bush
and holding out my hand
for content honeybees to rest on.

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