Stunted
An untreelike tree,
witches caught turning their safe-cracker hands.
Cripped by disregard, not an arboreal miracle,
a faded portrait parsimonious with leaves.
Ready to recant its hope of Summer,
a quiet surrender down to witless roots.
poem by Leslie Philibert
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