Freehand sketches of glorious romance,
The tell-tale lies of honest tongues.
Hiding in green meadows, the closest mimicry of somewhere alive,
these dying grassy plains with busy, eager, thirsty appetites
and hard-treading toes.
Back to nature.
Back to the wind.
Author notes
Written in a field by the high school. Inspired by what I saw and felt.
Written: May 16, 2008.
