Better angels greedy for that greener world,
I wish for wild dryads
To twist the trees, the arms, the aesthetics of my neighbors
For the roots of my pure intentions to sap their rich soil
To grow where no one can dig them up
And make the world
Like my untamed yard
Mine.

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