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It’s a rainy world, Where the fog hangs low. All the shades I’m able to see A sea Of emerald, peridot, and jade Green. Winding the mountain, Suffocated by the fog, Passing car after car Glimpses into lives Without ever meeting eyes. “Just graduated!” Clearly on the phone. An elderly couple— Speaking without words. The fog gets thicker. The grass even more wet. I wonder is this as good As it gets? From this angle, Through the trees— I see a kaleidoscope of green. “Baby on Board”, A young family, I see The baby asleep. A middle aged woman Alone, assured, free. I wonder where this road Is taking her. What is her journey? Do the trees know Of their different greens? Nonetheless, I’m sure They’re a family. Through the soil— Their roots speak, They feed, They bleed. Through the rot A sapling rises. From the leaves A beetle feeds. Inside me is the same, The power we share, Along with the blame. I claim responsibility. I claim my shame. The all consuming white Surrounds me now. Yet, this is the first time I can truly see. Its duty is to cleanse— Mine is to breathe.
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May 23
May 23, 2026 at 2:36 PM UTC
Somewhere in West Virginia
It’s a rainy world, Where the fog hangs low. All the shades I’m able to see A sea Of emerald, peridot, and jade Green. Winding the mountain, Suffocated by the fog, Passing car after car Glimpses into lives Without ever meeting eyes. “Just graduated!” Clearly on the phone. An elderly couple— Speaking without words. The fog gets thicker. The grass even more wet. I wonder is this as good As it gets? From this angle, Through the trees— I see a kaleidoscope of green. “Baby on Board”, A young family, I see The baby asleep. A middle aged woman Alone, assured, free. I wonder where this road Is taking her. What is her journey? Do the trees know Of their different greens? Nonetheless, I’m sure They’re a family. Through the soil— Their roots speak, They feed, They bleed. Through the rot A sapling rises. From the leaves A beetle feeds. Inside me is the same, The power we share, Along with the blame. I claim responsibility. I claim my shame. The all consuming white Surrounds me now. Yet, this is the first time I can truly see. Its duty is to cleanse— Mine is to breathe.
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hodgypodgy
May 23
May 23, 2026 at 2:36 PM UTC
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