Black Bamboo
Overwhelmed by the vacuum of openness,
You procure this rare specimen
Which will transform, you promise,
From virgin green pencil stalks,
Soaring 20-feet into the air,
Darkening to a flute-thick timber.
To ward off rhizome escape,
You dig a moat through rocky soil,
Hewing thigh-thick roots
Of subterranean stump.
By your toil burned brown,
You establish me a boundary,
Providing the precious
A place to mature.
-Andrine de la Rocha
posted 9/20/2011
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