Without a Single Line That’s Straight.
They are dancers!
Swirled against my garden wall.
Leaves of bougainvillea,
deep forest green,
have scrambled and played
from ground to roof – hooray —
without a single line that’s straight.
The bougainvillea dancers
reach to touch the neighbor leaves of trumpet vine
delicate and lime.
When a breeze lifts them all just a little,
the dancers laugh, soft as moss
Mostly though, they simply
script their lovely language.
in dancing shapes,
and whisper their secret messages
to the white white wall.
©Susa Silvermarie 2025
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