Sunday, March 9, 2008

Ode to a Bonsai

I had a little bonsai tree.
I liked it.
It did not like me.

I gave it water, sun, and air.
I spoke to it.
It did not care.

I pruned it with a careful touch.
I fertilized it--not too much--
and added one glass fisherman
who sat beneath it in the sand.

It had a running waterfall
and one revolving marble ball.
It was the coolest bonsai tree
that you or I could ever see.

But then it went and died on me.

Oh stupid, selfish bonsai tree.

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