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the guy at the nursery said
we're bringing it home on our shoes
it's the heat, the humidity
like a tropical jungle
the roots are groping tentacles
like wrapped wire
it's pretty to look at—
elongated, deep green
but it's scary
like science fiction stuff
killing everything else around
you don't want to use poison
you have to cut it at the root
it's going to be interesting
to see it die
(i think we're going to need some professional help.)
From Sleep Barn (Stockport Flats, 2015).
Used here with the author's permission.
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Nancy Dymond was born in Pennsylvania, near Lake Erie. Her early years were spent moving back and forth between Pennsylvania and New Jersey. Nancy's poetry, like her life, covers a wide range of themes and styles. These days, she feels very settled surrounded by the natural beauty of the Pocono Mountains, where she lives with her husband.
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MONEYSAVER:
Very nice. Paradea mentioned Kudzu. A few years ago I edited a book entlted Killer Kudzu by my pal, Julius Thompson.
Posted 10/25/2023 08:08 PM
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Katrina:
. . . mind you, specialists can be invasive . . .
Posted 06/22/2016 05:04 AM
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paradea:
True, here in the South, about 'kudzu', too!!
Posted 06/21/2016 09:16 AM
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Michael:
Very nice Nancy.
Your poem reminds me of the so-called "choker-vine" common in central Illinois. It simply takes over and is so hard to distinguish from the plants one wants to keep.
Thank you.
Posted 06/21/2016 08:17 AM
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jeeger:
You have just described my aunt's backyard garden... :-)
Posted 06/21/2016 07:28 AM
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blueskies:
This so captures a 'magic' in the art form of unique observation+imagination! Thanks, Nancy.
Posted 06/21/2016 06:44 AM
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Ross Kightly:
Ah, how often we feel we need professional help! Wonderfully understated and unsettling poem - thank you all.
Posted 06/21/2016 03:20 AM
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