Here, behind this wall of greenery,
the scenery never changes.
It just grows and grows.
Ivy knows which end is up
until it gets so thick and heavy
it pulls away from its mount.
You can’t count on it for long.
It’s not all that strong.
But until the wall is rid of it,
it will be obscured by its breadth.
Like any ignominious death,
ivy draped and hidden.
(C) Walter J Wojtanik – 2018