They block the solar waves of summer
pounding the earth like arrowsand hold onto me by a plexus mass
spreading like a cancer through me
I'm unable to stop them
all summer long
they are rooted in my memory
and even as the fall turns on them
and the winter harshness beats them
brown and mats them
against my icy black loam
their hold on me is parasitical-
they will be back in spring
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