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Invasive Species by Fannie Watkinson

In by New Author on November 11, 2010 at 5:39 am

The volleyball net our makeshift clothesline; the mountains our backdrop.  It’s not paradise but it’s close.  From afar we could have been in Tibet at a hilltop with prayer flags flapping in the winds.  But really, the clothes just stunk and needed to be washed and left out to dry.

The compromises made here are not reflected on the landscape.  They don’t come from the mountains or the valleys – they come from those clothes clinging to the net niches.  They aren’t supposed to be there but are anyway.  I am strawberry guava, you are an octopus tree: we are invasive.


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