And Secret Doorways
I am from sour citrus fruitof the forest plump and juicy peaches
sweet organic pears
huge raspberries with tingling taste
from savory pine nuts
still with the essence
I am part of the soccer balls
that hit sheds with a shattering crash
from our cat Josie
rolling in the catnip
from the nectarine tree with a disease
that makes its skin a scratchy brown
and its leaves curl up and die
the plum tree
that's roots burst through
the pot that still holds it
the lemon tree
that had huge lemons all year
but now it only bears tiny ones
the Cedar tree that cats would climb
once standing but taken by my enemies
I came from Bonnie and Gary
my stronghearted Oma who was a teacher
my grandparents who lost the cat Pearl
and found her alone but alive
in a forest of dogs
and the family I didn't know well
I belong to misty mornings
dense natural forests
huge hollow trees
tall icy mountains
craggy rocks to climb on
fields of brightly colored wildflowers
small but magnificent hidden creeks
and secret doorways anywhere
by Celina
Young Writers Camp, Oakland
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