[hohm] (n.)

She
is weeping willow branches
hanging lazy loose.
She is climbing ivy vines
stretching to the shingled roof.
And though she musters single flutters in the wind;
a furtive flip, one lone leaf overturned
it is nowhere near the birds
and bees
and brutes,
it is nothing next to flight.
The big mistake her human body makes
is growing roots.