First draft of a poem I wrote for Creatvie Exercise #3:
Road scores the ravine.
See where the ground is
Modified? Altered?
The tight valley twists,
Winds its way unmarred
Through the lush forest
‘Til it meets the road.
The canyon changes course,
Suppressed to surrender.
Succumbs to the street.
Leafy disguises
Hide the truth.
Trees are a device
To persuade.
To manipulate
They aren’t real.
Do you blind yourself
To mutilation?
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