Climbers......

A  smile , a  face
the mirrors
of a warped soul;
a climbing creeper,
the sap-draining scourge
of the darkling Green.
Hope a-twinkle ,evil-eyed
strove upward, arms a-sky
reaching heavenward,
lip-smacking, triumphant.....
The tolerant tree ,a sudden blink,
a moment of  clarity,
like Atlas shrugged.
And there she lay,
grounded , coiled ,all-enmeshed,
useless confetti,
the aftermath of
a moment's celebration...........