Mountain peaks
fluent in moonshine and sweet tea
Towns in the valleys disrupting evergreens
often in a daydream staring too long my mind begins to wander
the beauty of sunflowers uninterrupted
girls next door becoming meth corrupted
every little league game with a parent all to serious
surrounded with their geometric sequences at all times
every moment obscured by power defined in lines
imagination
foolishness
a lapse in reality or design
whichever it may be
I dream of broad rainbow brushstrokes across the landscape
devoid of powerlines
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This is for those who look at the small towns they live in, every beauty or wonder only to be obstructed in view by a symbol of our progression as man.
About the Creator
Marilyn Mortician
We go about our lives pleasing others ignoring the words that desperately want to escape. I am a wildflower of the universe, a mother, and often described by the adjective odd. the previous influence and infect all parts of my writing.
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