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Garden

trimmed back
green woulds wet with sap,
mowed straight and square...

here a blank earth, secret
roots forever pushing tendrils
as protest

the other, careful clips, months weathered
finding god in a fir, haiku in leaf,
shrunk,this bonsai stands

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  • HeatherBell
    August 11, 2008

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    How interesting... you have a very weird way of writing. So indirect, yet so straight-forward. I love it. I'm curious, what's the story behind this poem? What's the second meaning?