Because we were trees
Children planted in a circle
Little Jesus was sitting on his knees
And little Buddha and little Allah
The three boys from next door
With their baby sister Sophia
Who was so fat she rolled
Around the floor to the boys’ guffaws
Years later at the high school reunion
They all dragged back their everafters
And wept together like sad failures
Until Sophia showed up to all smiles
Still sporting that shining diadem
Her father had given her as a girl
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