Oak Road Bonsai Trees

As thick as an action figure’s arm and
branching in lightning flashes, it takes
form. A practice from Japan my eyes
have seen. I watch the snips, smell the
limbs clipped. Green crashes to the bed
below and will soon be composted.
There’s a miniature rake and shovel for
the sand, gravel and moss landscapes.
Manicuring hands prune like a barber,
daring chlorophyll fingers to transform
into an unnatural, unwanted life form.