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The Wisteria Climbs Again
to My Neighbor Alice's Window

A villanelle

Besieging sills and glass, the creeping vine
attempts anew this year to press its suit
awaiting still from Alice any sign

that tendrils' grasp and reach and sleek design
might win from her admission for one shoot.
Besieging sills and glass, the creeping vine

puts flowers forth in shades like blossom wine,
perfumes the garden with the scents of fruit,
awaiting still from Alice any sign

she'll share her lonely rooms, and not decline
these emissaries of a knotty root.
Besieging sills and glass, the creeping vine

surrounds the casement, each new leaf aligned
to brush against the pane in glad pursuit,
awaiting still from Alice any sign

that she might yet agree to intertwine
her days with theirs, her lovers green and mute.
Besieging sills and glass, the creeping vine's
awaiting still from Alice any sign.

April, 2002


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