All day long, I stand
here on the street,
neatly clipped
a round-headed shape,
minding my manners.
I know my proper place.
I don't spill leaves,
never dribble sap.
So meek and polite,
no one knows that
when all the cars go home--
when I'm standing here, alone--
I dream wild.
I am forest.
*by Kristine O'Connell George
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