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I thought of no better way to kick off National Poetry Month and my first poetry post with a poem from a friend.
Greener
I manage putting you behind me -- save
these head turns. Suddenly fourteen
again, back of the family Ford, final wave
goodbye to the only home I've known. “Green
on the other side,” Dad swears: my first
lesson in the windowed view. I believe
people defy distance. I mistrust
the forward and new of leaving you.
Still, I'm artful. I paint my Sunday park
all picnic, all foreground, with no respect
to the displaced lake. I ignore the dark.
I dot my far-off trees haphazard, stark.
- Alicia Rebecca Myers
To order her chapbook email greenerchapbook@gmail.com
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