Bonsai

There you sit
on your marvelous pedestal.
My, how your flowers spread out wide!
Magenta,
Crimson,
and White
stretching their petals to meet the new day.

Carefully cut,
both branches and leaves.
Taught to twist and bend,
by the gardener from down the street.

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Another poem from my creative writing class. My dad used to work at a nursery and there he attempted to grow a bonsai tree out of some plant (I can't remember it's name), so in a mini dedication I wrote this one for him. Because the assignment for that week was to write an image poem, I thought it worked well.

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