Meadow // Human Relief

“Meadow // Human Relief” By: Erickson

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Flagrant flapping wings – Umbrella.

Purple dance purple rain purple sway –

Hands that pray, not pried, but

Sliced – open sesame.

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It breaths and talks to green Friends –

Slithers and stripes, staining jeans at

Every opportunity –

Nature intends to leave its mark.

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The center is extracted.

A set of fluttering colors – a buzzard –

A community whittled to Individual – a buzzword.

Prepared produce to hexagons – shapes tend to regulate.

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The sun is removed for a Spotlight.

Imagine the scene, the characters trading places.

Midnight behind a bulky red curtain, taunting your eyes,

A bull, vibrant, tangent, placing, queer.

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The bulking threat – the star – returns.

Everything fills us with ideas.

The purple petals absorb sweet lemonade sunlight.

Paper thin tissue overflowed with:

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Warmth and stubble, tiny children playing,

Innocent bubbles, euphoria, endless cash.

You foreign a class act in a vast world,

Bombarded with stimuli, it’s not a new day, it’s a new age.

Pavement phase? No, Trailhead way.

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A Smidge collects on a crackle of green.

Wind brushes and fixes the Tree’s hair, the droplet flies through the air.

The same spec, shredded at a waterfall, birthed from a cloud- to relaxing on a single leaf.

How does one do it? Experience human relief.

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