Forest Grove Poem by Mason Maestro

Forest Grove



In an improvement to suggestion
Not the reluctancy
Aftertaste won the day
With that and the remorse
Treading through the peat bogs and arguments
Meanwhile sowing the seeds to Brussels
I stayed, shortly, consuming my energy
Avoiding confrontation with the forest grove
But it wasn't the forest grove that drove my deportation
For it is my final revelation

Sunday, December 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: miscellaneous
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This poem was a piece that was lost for 13 years. Written in 2004
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