<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div dir="auto" style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><p class="style39" style="line-height: 20pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2; text-decoration-thickness: initial;">Homesick</p><p class="style1" style="line-height: 20pt; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; widows: 2; text-decoration-thickness: initial;"><br class="">In the Glen Ellen night, banned to the backyard<br class="">for running in the house, a particular tree and I<br class="">became fast friends in the green sequined summer.<br class="">I situated myself inside it where I watched<br class="">the yellow of our kitchen window--my<br class="">soundproof family. I liked the shadows cast<br class="">on my bare limbs in gobo leaf prints. I imagined<br class="">myself growing green sprouts and maroon bark<br class="">that shot into the dirt. Today in this terrible<br class="">cement city, I will do your city bidding, but I tell you:<br class="">I am there, across from Sonoma Creek, still hidden<br class="">in the tree, where I cannot be un-believed.</p><div class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Ada Limón</div></div></body></html>