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Ode to an Ivy Leaf
So small and green,
The feel of leather,
so smooth and cool.
From the stem
Lines rise
through your
soft visage
like little veins
as if you are
not just a plant,
but a human
with veins that pump
blood.
From my front yard
Plucked
from the vine
in the chilly.
morning air.
Your feel and color
Soft and green
Like the blankets
that keep me warm
as I sleep
in my bed.
You have seen much
in your time.
The many school days,
heading off to the bus,
or driving in
Mom and dad
off to work.
Days where
you see nothing at all
Like a security camera
sensing and watching
all that happens
Good, and
bad.
The wrong doings
of the outside world,
the outside of the house
Perhaps longing
for the warmth of inside
which you can not come.
The outside world is yours,
and for your visage
it is
beautiful.
