of all kinds, the little glass animals I played with as a boy, electric trains, dollhouses, and I think it's because I can feel that I'm in complete control. Everything is right in its place, and I'm the one who put it there. Here's a poem by Kay Mullen, who lives in Washington, about the art of bonsai.
Bonsai at the Potter's Stall
from Ted Kooser: American Life in Poetry: Column 335
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In the Basement of the Goodwill Store
by Ted Kooser
In the musty light, in the thin brown air
from Ted Kooser via Garrison Keillor: The Writer's Almanac: In the Basement of the Goodwill Store by Ted Kooser
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