By Abigail Colyer St Ignatius HS San Francisco, CA
In my expansive garden
Beneath the towering Central American Fuchsia
I, the three year old, recline
Blocked from the San Francisco fog
In my garden house.
Under the leaves
Resides my furniture
Made of branches and dirt
In my kitchen
I prepare San Francisco’s best mud pies
For every beetle to enjoy.
My house
Protects me from
This falling world.
A dystopia,
Of global warming
Pesticides
Car emissions,
I have yet to discover.
I rest beneath the Fuchsia
Tiny purple flowers
Dropping beside me
Carefree
Secluded
Safe
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