As a child on a crowded street in India, I saw a tree
fenced around with wire. I wanted to know why
someone would fence in a tree, as if it might dare
to escape the city on some dark, moonless night
when no one was watching and set out for faraway wood.
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Is there a code in every flower, a pattern in every leaf?
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She heard the song at break of day before …
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