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Prison of Nature

August 23, 2021
By ravinb SILVER, Brookline, Massachusetts
ravinb SILVER, Brookline, Massachusetts
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The rocks are broken like a promise,
their halves now dressed in soft moss;
The wind tangoes with the trees,
leaves danced aloft and branches swaying;
There’s mud where the lake meets the sand,
enough to dirty any intruder’s shoes;
Gracile hummingbirds sing as the rain starts falling,
their music caressing the rest of the forest;
I know nature’s magnificence can never
be escaped or escape itself;
And so, I lie at the base of the tallest tree for miles,
roots and grass meandering around my bare ankles,
beguiling squirrels playing with each of my delicate toes,
for I haven’t moved in a lifetime;
I am trapped in a prison of nature,
the most beautiful prison in the world.



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on Sep. 3 2021 at 6:06 pm
Lydiaq ELITE, Somonauk, Illinois
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The universe must be a teenage girl. So much darkness, so many stars.<br /> --me

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