Pruning

[carose59]

When you live in a garden,
people all come at you with plans
ideas

shears.

They seldom ask,
and what can a plant say anyway?
Please don't cut that leaf.
No, not that vine
branch
limb.

Not that it matters.
Do I know what shape I want to be?
I thought this one
was

but I knew it wasn't.
I knew it wasn't.

And you have to fit in the garden.


Somehow I defy fixing.
Branches trained to bend one way
bend back no matter how hard I try
no matter how hard I try.
And I mourn even the losses of thorns I wanted shorn away.

Even asking,
even saying could you please make me look like
feel like
please make it
make me
please make me
please



For someone who is supposed to be so good with words,
I am remarkably incoherent.

What can I tell you?

Plants don't speak. We only follow the sun.

And when it goes down, we get lost.
Bound to the earth, we still get lost.


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