I am Kudzu
the flower
the vine.
tubers and seeds,
veins and leaves;
I am not just the sum of my parts
I am Kudzu,
an unstoppable force
and untamable flower
constantly growing and
overflowing
I am Kudzu
Invasive, overgrown?
Destructive?
No.
No, I am Kudzu.
Climbing the garden walls
I cannot be destroyed
will not be broken
will live and die
And live again.
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