Bush (the plant)

A wild bush
Walks into a school
And looks at the pruned
Manicured hedges
Despairing
 .
No place for that
Leaf here
Snip
No place for that habit
Snip
 .
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
Everyday
 .
The habits
Now gone
Remembered
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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