We rumbled off the freeway with a flat and
limped down to the end of the ramp where he was
He called them "Heaven and Earth
in one container." You laughed and passed the compliment
along to me by buying one.
You haven't been heard from since,
and despite faithful watering the pruning
of its branches has been
He told us bonsai have a way of taking on
the characteristics of the cultivator;
my plant is a harried, old woman.
I fear we are root-bound,
trapped in insubstantial earth,
pushing endlessly through infinitesimal grains of
soil toward the dead end.