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Poetry Critical 2.0
Hey guys, Donald here.
In a few weeks, this site will be 9 years old. 9 years! And I still know some of the earliest submissions by heart.
But, boy. That’s like 102 in web-years. So it’s time for something new. I’m building that something now with my nights-and-weekend minutes (and plenty of coffee). Buy me a cup?
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|Park at Night|
Gravel under my feet,
Walking the path through the park,
Random lamposts light the way,
Dappled patterns on the ground,
From the shadows of the trees' leaves,
Like tiny little bodies,
Kicking and wrestling with the energy of life.
Lonely houses to the left of me,
Dimly lit on the top of a kind of hill
Tiny creek to my right,
Bubbling, with chitter chatter,
Having secret conversations with the trees.
I find a bench and light up and relax,
Jump down onto the grass,
Roll around and around,
The grass giving me wet dewy kisses,
I think nature is in love with me.
I stare up at the infinite night sky,
Seeing only a portion of what's out there,
Still big enough to impress the hell out of me anyway,
The stars are my brothers and sisters,
The moon is my mom, keeping me safe,
I offer myself up to them,
As I lie here in the park at night.
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