I’d never seen one like it: the flower
with its many orange cups. Dad drove me to Yosemite
the second month in this country.
He didn’t know the name of it. I didn’t know the name of it,
only that I loved the cups & that
they reminded me of the hibiscus
outside the glassless window I’d left months ago.
I hadn’t started school yet. There were many things I didn’t know,
the most important. Didn’t have friends.
Entire days spent inside the apartment
memorizing words, reading bilingual picture books,
comparing couch to the picture, to the couch
in my parents’ living room. In the news,
earlier, much earlier, before I arrived in June: headlines
I could not read. Could not understand. Parents
shared a fear I’d never known. Though
I’d seen guns on the way up here. Though
there had been war; I did not know the way to school yet.
The names of highways that would show me blooms.
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