A Change of Pace

Replace windowpanes with cliff faces
Journey to a more natural
State through a pasted collage
Of picturesque contours equating
The bends of our elbows to the
Curves of limestone escarpments and
Speaking- roots break up chrome screens
Covering teeth it hurts at first; to crumble
At the fault of growth, to freeze
In the winter, to warm up and readily accept
Fish spawn hooks strung to poles in the summer,
Then it simply
Doesn’t anymore, we breathe
Sink sipping into eagle feathers
Seeing an aerial view as if being
Human is a stepping stone and this
Is where we truly belong
Syncopating ground with atmosphere
Here with there moving in slow grace
To nature migrating look!
To nearest distance: a sunset of whitetail deer
Envelops a lighthouse purls
At a beach decorated with soft sangria-capped fossils

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Author: Montana Svoboda

I'm a genderless poet currently living in Central Michigan where I attend college for Environmental Science and English. Nature's some cool shit, frisbee's a neat activity, fountain pens are best pens, Latakia for life, coffee and tea keep these gears turning.

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