Oil on canvas.
YOU ARE STANDING BAREFOOT
On hardwood floors.
The kind that glow honey-warm
In the late afternoon sun.
The apartment is high above the street.
Quiet.
Serene.
Through tall windows
Framed by pale gauze curtains
Stirred gently by the breeze
You can see the leafy crown
Of Axis Mundi Park.
You're home.
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