Poise in OakA Poem by j.t. Nawnan idle wave to a crony is how i begin each expedition to. maple and oak render benevolence as we exchange us. i sense their silent rhetoric built with time and in discipline. making no bones, the forest amplifies a familiar tone a quaint display- a hero’s welcome. vermillion leaves trickle down like confetti i sense celebration. august percussion echoes freely from inside the nebulous river keeping time so perfectly it can’t exist. birds attempt (chirp__!_) mimicking some grand organ but I am not so sure. a fortuitous birth and an ample forest- i owe everything. © 2014 j.t. NawnFeatured Review
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StatsAuthorj.t. NawnWorcester, MAAboutinside a child's water pistol, i am asleep. and probably somewhere nice. My name is Jake. I am a creative writing major living in a pack of cigarettes because she is there too. more..Writing
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