2014-2015, Poem

Glow Stick Trees

Featured in the 2014 Fall Issue of Rambunctious

Glow Stick Trees
Colin Howe, '16

There’s a place I know, a lonely lost crick 
Where the trees glow, leaves shimmer in time
Seconds waste into hours, running par with the Rhyme
And the stars become flowers, to color my mind
The voice’s on the wind now, for when I go blind
Words will whisper in tune, as loud as divine
I’m lapping them up, as I fall to my knees
Feeling their manic, majestic disease

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