THELMA T.
REYNA Bonsai
cuts are gentle, kind
a nick from blade
snip from shears
bending of the limbs in nuanced arcs
baby branches coaxed
with copper twined
on base and slender arms
jadeite pebbles meld
with moss mounds ranged
like eggs beneath the bonsai’s
infant shade
velvet ground for mist
and dew, droplets from
long- throated sprinklers
waved like magic wands
at shoots and tender leaves
slants of sunlight
swath this princeling
from the fabled east
replete with promise
for ages hence:
gnarled trunk, burly arms,
roots pushing toward gods,
leaves filled with centuries
of air and cloud
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