Poison

Slips between the cracks in the sidewalks, spreading fingers, green, brown, palely glistening like toxic pearls pooling over pavement. Itch nix and brown soap, soap that doesn't sud, but leaves a yellow hint behind. Today I tangled with the poison ivy in an attempt to hang a kittens sign on our poison tree. Some day I'll find a weapon, a tool that will wilt, wither, destroy and vanquish the dreaded foe. Til then, I have my duct tape, flip flops, and an urgent prayer that I will not slip and plunge headfirst into the foliage.