Three Skinny Trees
(Inspired by House on Mango Street)
Roger de la Rosa
They are small and thin,
Similar in many ways.
But don’t look too far within,
For between lie the grays.
They don't belong but exist nonetheless.
Keeping the ground close so as not to fall.
To go elsewhere proves fruitless,
So their only option is to rise above it all.
They stretch their limbs out,
To hold the world in an embrace.
When locked, they are dauntless.
No matter where you stay, home isn’t always a place.
Though they are frail and seem amiss,
Only one’s destiny is known, mirroring its brothers.
It will only grow unhindered and with bliss.
One of them is a tree, but what of the others?