Poetry Friday - Husbandry

HusbandryIf you will plant me on your windowsilland shine your gentle face on me each morningyou may shape my growth to please yourselfand I will do my best to like itI will hold stillwhile you trim me with a scissorsclipping my oddness awaylike the gardeners who produced treesin the shapes of hearts and chickensbut somewhere inside --I can't help it --I will nurture secretlythe wild growth, the