Topiary Angels

the trees are animate

Watching over

Us

Towering water fowl and prehistoric raptors

They have been 

Put.

       Under. 

           A. 

               Spell.

For millennia 

Slowed down so that 

They must rely on outside actors to

Shake them free–

The wind or

Small children shimmying skyward

Begin to give voice, lend 

momentary quickness

To these beauties

Tied to the wet, dark earth

Searching for treasure

So carefully, so slowly

Through the roots

Waiting for the Day

When we will all be

Set free.

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