The bamboo creaks when the wind
from the heavens whispers to its green blades
It creaks like the hinges of my dead grandma’s boudoir
that has stood rusting in the garage
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a pliable shrub that attunes to the demand of life, its nature that equates resiliency with our culture. a very good poem indeed! 10