San Antonio

by Sarah | April 8, 2018
Poetry Contest 2017
MESQUITEBranches swayLike swings to the sun.Bright baby jewels embellish.Brushes of the warmest green,A mossy mountain,An envy.A golden-freckled thing.It's not EdenOr even Kansas.No rainbows or brick roads.But a sun that opens like an ovenAnd a periscope skyAh, trees that try to choke youIf not for the view from inside.
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