I stare at rolling fields, watching the houses slip by. I look up at the mountains, noticing the warm tint on the trees that blanket them. It’s past 7 PM, one of the most beautiful times of the day in Vermont. I’m in the car, staring out at this beauty. It sinks in how glad I am to have moved here. It feels like every day I’m on vacation. I look out into the pretty sky, the grand mountains, the vast valleys. Beauty. Peace. Vermont.
Vermont
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A Short Poem About A Summer Trip
Standing in line
For your bags to be checked
Sitting around
For the plane to come
Shuffling in the plane…
You open your eyes.
Beauty.
A giant resort,
Surrounded by trees.
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Being the Knowing Tree
I am the Knowing Tree. I see all. I know all.
I see the humans.I was once a human.
Now I am not.It’s probably a good thing, though.
Humans are complex.
Emotions rambling and jumping around. -
2:55 PM
The talking. The low hum of the trout tank. A few quiet people, me included. The sounds of people being scolded for their behavior at school. The cracking as I crack my fingers. The clickity clacking of the keys on the keyboard.
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