| Bittersweet adds a pop of color to an otherwise drab winter. . . . |
(Photo and caption by vastateparksstaff)
Let's tango like there’s no tomorrow. Let's converse
in dance, walk arms entangled, improvise romance.
Bittersweet leans on its plant friend as a scaffold,
tangling and strangling it--yes--in lust for growth.
Closeness may have a price, but it takes a looong time
for holders-on to dominate and age and kill.
At first, two walk and talk. Romance ensues, pairing
green leaves with orange, red, and yellow blooms and fruits.
Here is autumn in early summer! and certain
winter, yes. Love weighs heavily on a life time.
And yet, come on! What is time worth without the dance?
Without visual delights to surprise hungry eyes?
Let's take the risk, my friend, and grow upon each other.Let's take the bitter with the sweet, and tango.
For my prompt at Poets United.
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© 2017 Susan L. Chast