Ecotypes

Seaside
goldenrod spreads
between the dunes,
here much fleshier than
inland congenerics.
Poison ivy grows as trees
somehow
in this barrenness of salt,
sand and wind
set free from laws that
in wetter forests
loamy, shaded
consign it to
inching
upward
clinging
to the trunks of giants.
For some human spirits, too,
a barren habitat
releases other growth
forms, scars and
limitations
become their strengths.
I wish that I was
one such
but it seems I
only grow
one
way.

Poem by Annie Jadin, speakingvoiceless.wordpress.com.

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