NaPoWriMo Day 9

Espalier: directing branches to grow flat against the wall
Their lobes pierced with wire or plastic ties
You fetch the shears to snip to the beat of the mockingbird’s song
Proprietary notes smuggled from the neighbors
Draping limbs along the brick, an inch, a foot, an acre
Pruned and collated the tree afforded ambivalance
A peculiar immunity to the anecdotal disruption of
Wind and rain

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