Bamboo

More fashionable than flowers, low maintenance,
a thin row, like a tall fence,
has been planted along the drive
to his school. While winter trees nearby
are dead stiff nerves, the tall stalks
flounce and sway, take every minimalist
measure of wind and work with it.
Sweeping aside pandas and haikus,
restless walls breathe -- their plumes
ripple out into rolling fields of industrial crops --
dustbowls and breadbaskets, continents
where the dance is unconstrained
as a tribe of horses tossing their manes,
borderless marginalia that can lift
and set a person's gaze winging, adrift.