by Cassie McDaniel
You aren't very big. I should barely call you a tree. You would fit through a doorway.
Yet, you stand there, amidst the giants of buildings and hurry of people on the street,
rooted to your concrete planter and stale corridor of air.
You, amidst it all, standing there, looking strong.
Teach me something, Tree. Teach me how to stand there, looking strong.
Teach me how to fit through a doorway.