The wind that teaches the trees to walk
And the shrubs that hurry after
I caught one and brought it home
And imprisoned it in my yard
A bush of several branches
I pruned back to a single one
And forced it into a trunk with three
Outwardly-reaching limbs
Taller and wider each spring
But each branch just gave birth
To another bush pleading
With pale blue blossoms
To be released from my idea
Of a tree this project of me
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