Stainless steel

the vines they hang in ringlets 
on the stainless steel they mount 
their flowers forever absent 
as the cool air lingers about
their leaves glossed with varnish 
they shine in the shaded sun 
their roots invisible, but hold them up
forever on the run 
the stories they must hear 
and the shade that they provide 
never seeking gratitude 
on the stainless steel they reside