Losing season

I surrender. Wild grape
invades. The bounder climbs,
creeps, raids, binds,
unchecked chokes bloom and crop.
Attack - it shoots. Roots grip dirt.
Snap-tight spirals hijack
stake or living stalk.
Any prop prompts the upstart.
Throw in the trowel. Nothing succeeds
(witness skunks, mosquitoes,
mildew, fleas) like excess.
But wait for autumn's porcelain beads
turquoise cobalt crackle-glazed
before you count this year a loss.

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