two vines spring
from the ground
near a pole
climbing, meeting
each other on the way
intertwining
tendrils
wrapped around
each other
tightly, growing
indistinguishable
from each other
green harmony
around a rusted
electric pole
but at the top
where does one go
wires force them out
in opposite directions
they cling, desperately
in hope
of going back
against growth
against nature
but how.