Stare Poem by jonah gustafson

Stare



Harmless moment,
Safe, seasoned breeze
Tickles my soul as I stare
Aimed away from smog
And forward to the past
A peaceful wild
A coexisting feud
Envisioning a structured modern
Flattened by my pupil’s resting

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