(truth-harmony-beauty: the necessary conditions to create or perceive a Bonsai)     i   In Santa Monica, on a crowded Promenade I stare at the tiny tree on the tilted cart At the silent, knuckle-thick trunk That angles impossibly down. Bristlecone Pine. Cascading. Dwarfed by pruning, training.   I have been told:   To see…

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