to make my home
above being inadequate.
Pine needles drape
around my safe space.
I have pulled back
at enough bark
to know when there is sap
underneath, the perfect perch
for my sub par paintings.
But here I am, today,
at the top of this building.
I will jump
from the rooftop
and be caught by autumn.
Like a child jumping to her parent,
I have always trusted
the arms of trees.
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