there is this magnificent tree
right in front of my house,
i plan to climb it this spring
i adore the scent of bark,
it's so fresh and distinct,
it makes me reminisce
of childhood, and of
playgrounds, of
scraped knees
and of no
insecurities;
growing up
has broken me,
pick up the pieces,
go back to the place
where there was no
care in the world
