a plant’s roots,
pot-bound,
grow to the shape
of that which kills it
gnarled comfortably
below the surface.
plant me in the garden
where I may feel
the sun and rain
though I’ll bear
the scorch and storm.
these hungry
wild vines
of mine
were meant to spread.

Great last line and imagery. Fit nicely with the beautiful painting.
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Thank you! ❤️
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