‘Crepe Myrtles’

Crepe Myrtles

 

The technology of these perennials astounds me,

accustomed to trees that never turn and grass that turns

too soon. My blooms lag behind

these sentinels of sidewalk.

If I could resist my mountain nature

I’d stand tall in the summer sun

croon hot pink.

Comments

  1. I love crepe myrtles, too. The poem is great, especially the ending “croon hot pink”!