Tangled In The Vines

The man married a Fire Poppy.

Wild. Natural.

He wanted an Orchid.


Two strong-willed people

growing in different directions.

Trying to change the other.

Trying to change water into wine.

Never recognizing they do not have

the power to change anything except

their own pot of soil.


In time, he grew into a Morning Glory,

while she planted Touch-Me-Nots.


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