Homestead #13

homestead-13

If I were an Aspen

I would inherit the knowledge of believing in myself.

I would understand tremble lives in everyone.

My bark, my ledger
would reveal knots and burs, failed attempts,
my imperfections, my succession.

I’d send out roots
I’d reach for you
I’d dress in gold once a year, in light of the quake.

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