Kudzu - A poem by Katherine Hemrick

Photo credit: Selah Greer

It engulfs the south.

It eats away at old farms, power lines, and buildings.

It comforts those who have grown accustomed to seeing it in their backyard.

A sense of familiarity,

and way to know that they're home.

Falling asleep in its arms, you'd wake up entangled.

It holds you close, not wanting you to leave it stranded once again.

"Don't leave, I'm here to help"

It offers itself to you.

You'd rip away, with no promise to return.

It will remain within the south, consuming what is left.