Seeing a bonsai,
as a lilliputian
from afar.

Entrenched in a cement base,
locked
to the ground,
leaves growing parallel to its surface.

The horizontal branches blotched
with green and brown stains,

the trunk
darkened,
deepened,
by the expanse it carries.
Shadowed over;
perhaps not only by the sun.

Enmeshed leaves
block out the wind;

all that remains
is the pregnant smell
of claustrophobia.