Steven Federle

Freshman - 605 Points (1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

Convergence - Poem by Steven Federle

restricted by this hard,
grey road
I speed past green scrub,

tenuous roots contending
with hot, graveled earth
for cool, deep waters.

Above the bleak plain I see,
steeply rising in folding
rock and rolling ridge,

shadowed mountains converge
into liquid
desert sky.

Topic(s) of this poem: desert, nature


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, March 24, 2015



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