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| Dew Re-Visions Dewed grass seldom had my back, because I was a late riser with regrets. I missed silence, the most special of each early day. I remember clover fields, sweat and dust-covered to the hairline from the infield where I scooped grounders with my best friend after the third grade. I remember an dad's army knapsack packed with saran-sheltered sandwich dreams and warm, sun-kissed soda quickly guzzled. We laughed and dared the sun to burn our tender skin and dreaming up schemes for the future things. Mother called us home before dark consumed its small creatures. I haven't seen you since, or the little boy who's name doesn't exist but lingers in the fields where I would play alone. Flowered weeds sway and another orange light drops without her call to return home again. Is there a way I can climb back in the tangled mesh? Where is that entrance? 8.13.20/11.16.21 25 lines freeverse Imagination ▼ |
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