March 18, 2010
The last of the assignments from Creative Writing 238 (which I passed with a resounding A). Instructed to stroll about campus in teams of four and find objects out of place. I found a birthday streamer under a bush.
Birthday streamers
damp from dew and rain
draped about the ground around me,
clinging to the earth
like a sheer silk nighty,
mingling with my roots,
becoming one with the mulch:
carelessly planned,
but I do appreciate the thought.
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