Others in series:
- ---> Bonsai
- Pet
He sips his green tea
Long fingers grasping the cup
He sighs, world weary
He sees his bonsai
Needs trimming before he leaves
He’s glad of this chore
He grabs his scissors
Poised to trim the bonsai branch
He snips and pauses
He’s imagining
Incitatus sitting there
Under the bonsai
Putting down the shears
He picks up the bonsai and
Throws it at the wall