press my pretty face in the green grass— <br />a growing layer of never-ending cloud cover— <br />searching for the smaller world <br />with my pretty face and the green grass <br /> <br />touch my fair fingers to the cold earth— <br />the perfect foundation for third-person encounters— <br />operas in earnest, no such thing as city light <br />with my fair fingers and the cold earth <br /> <br />expose my sunflower iris's to solemn forms— <br />as transcendental yet as microscopic as myself— <br />wondering if realization is truly universal <br />with my sunflower iris's and solemn forms <br /> <br />manifest my bright mind to passive poetics— <br />internal analysis between simple and sublime— <br />with my face in grass, and hand on earth <br />The Sun snarls ferociously at my back.<br /><br />Kale Beaudry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/day-in-the-life-of-a-melted-plastic-soldier/
