- Ada Limón

[Larry Robinson]

Homesick


In the Glen Ellen night, banned to the backyard
for running in the house, a particular tree and I
became fast friends in the green sequined summer.
I situated myself inside it where I watched
the yellow of our kitchen window--my
soundproof family. I liked the shadows cast
on my bare limbs in gobo leaf prints. I imagined
myself growing green sprouts and maroon bark
that shot into the dirt. Today in this terrible
cement city, I will do your city bidding, but I tell you:
I am there, across from Sonoma Creek, still hidden
in the tree, where I cannot be un-believed.

	- Ada Limón
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