Weeping Fig

Spiraled
Ficus Benjamina,
I imagine your roots
A fisted knot, pushing
Against walls of ornate
Pot, unable to outgrow it, unable
To live outdoors. Still, you push
Out leaves on dying twigs,
Drop them, crispened
Handkerchiefs.

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