Issue 134, Spring 1995
It rests on tiny roots, a vision of angles,
And lives long.
It has no passion for gossip and little need for the usual,
Yet craves aftermath.
Likes to drink simply. Holds up its arms as directed
Yet does not harvest bitterness.
Is increasingly valuable with age.
Would not pay so much for itself.
Teaches quality through the distilled masterwork
Of each leaf, through its accurately expressed trunk.