Bush (the plant)

A wild bush
Walks into a school
And looks at the pruned
Manicured hedges
No place for that
Leaf here
No place for that habit
It clips away
At its wild bush leaves
Cutting the green
And leaving
Brown edges
It puts the leaves away
In a tiny metal box
Which is looked at
The habits
Now gone
So that the leaf
Cannot grow back again
But now clipped
It does not look quite pruned
Like a child’s haircut
It’s uneven
And messy
The clippings
Sit dry
But the bush
Is still there
It has not become a hedge
It is still
A bush

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