Hoarding                                                   Kaylee Schofield

High school did not wither me,
Thanks to latibules and the
Baobab boy, both code words for
Hiding place. Simple, my code--
For those who asked,
But repelling, my colors--
For those who had since traded theirs
In (I reasoned).
Gated, my words--
For as a Nana bestows her prize teacups
With caution, I dragonishly Hid most in crannies
Where their shines all but
Shrank. High school did not Wither me--
My hide-outs helped.