Prologue

(Prose in progress)

Part 1: Retreat

(Prose in progress)

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Still Green

Location: Matfield Green, KS

How is it still green?
The grass on the side of these hills —
In the dead of winter, last days of December —
Is alive and well.

It was the first word I could spell;
“G-R-E-E-N,” I would yell.
It was my favorite color.

Now, I’m twenty-nine;
A man, tainted by time and “maturity.”
But it’s still my favorite color.
How is it still green?

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Invocation

Location: Winslow, Arkansas

Wake me up, Sun
Take me in, Forest
Swallow me whole, River
Beat me down, Rain
Spin me around, Wind
Carry me away, Birds
Pull me close, Moon
Open me completely, Spring

I want to be overcome

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Poem #3

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Poem #4

Part 2: [Title TBD]

(Prose in progress)