Corn
fields line up in rows, their secrets husked
and
unspoken. Lobsters off shore rest beneath briny
seas.
Mountains cast their long shadows into receding
valleys
below, as few explore the depths of imagining.
Strange
worlds are growing beneath our feet. We praise
the
sun. The gods of wisdom and fright hide behind
every
tree. All mysteries are exposed. It takes an eternity
of
so little to amaze. And the words chosen to proceed,
are
they coming from you or me?
Chris
Hanch 4-17-18
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