Has written about poetry being useless as if no different stanzas
have been structured to decolonize the web page previously 100 years.
The contemporaries fail to pique his curiosity. Such a fickle heirloom,
to counsel one thing has died since you see no worth in its pulse.
One thing about nature that dwarfs the smallest of us stationary.
Congress is the character of politics. Flint water is the character of greed.
Lenape land grieves the character of our gluttonous humanity. Chlorophyll
will coax the inexperienced to vanish till yellow, then orange till crisp.
100 miles from town of damaged home windows, a forest flooring mimics
a schoolyard full of kids—an active-shooter drill begs them to play
possum.
