Oh!
You beautiful thing.
So Lush and fragrant.
You tower over the others, stealing their light
But that’s Ok
You summon the bumble bees
Fat, slow, happy to buzz about and fly into
my forehead.
People drive by in the spring and summer
Just to see you
to gaze
upon your lilac beauty.
And yet-
You are not what you appear to be, are you, darling?
You are not native,
and have no intention to adapt.
You mean to invade
to be
invasive.
Ah, yes, your roots
they steal the vital resources
from your native friends
and you were not made to share
the light.
Your treacherous roots transgressed
to choke the life from both plant
and the very foundation
of my home.
Me!!
I was rooting for you!!
(No pun intended. Mostly.)
Others warned me. I object!!
But you tried to choke the life from us all
to take over life and limb.
Home!!
Foundation!!
Sidewalk?!?!
I DON’T EVEN OWN THAT
We must at once contain her-!
We despair—
Or Not.
Nature vs Nature
The unexpected Straightline winds
Thoroughly uprooted you
Unceremoniously.
Alas.
So beautiful, so invasive, so wrong for the land.
Years later your children try to pop up here and there
and as I pull them up and dig out the root
I remember
when we took the chainsaws
to your vines.