a poem for the trees in my life.

Trees

Bonsai.

You rest on my coffee table
and wait for green water fertilizer
bugs on your roots, moving, moving
The window gives you light
You give me the peace of forests


Oak.

I will build a house in you
and drink tea
with my friends, no
boys allowed


Baobab.

Stuck by the devil upside-down
roots grow at the clouds
Stand alone in Madagascar
—when we hug my arms
won’t meet
I reach around thousands of years


Willow.

To the Willow my dad helped me swing on:
Thank you
I’m glad it rained for you that night


The Giving Tree.

You taught me how
to be good
and I was happy