“ALL ARDOUR ALL PASSION” By Nate Welsh

By Nate Welsh ’22

Past away the raft maintaining the density and the downdraft
The meadowflowers bide their time, they anticipate your arrival and
In turn my departure speaks bounteously: “Learn to reach out and touch others,
Carving their cheekbones with your knuckle.” Dive into the undergrowth,
Crawling ceaselessly and you strain your neck to make out the message
Etched haphazardly, perhaps, on the ceiling – text about the serendipity of opening three doors,
Having six individuals walk through out into the American landscape, hill and dale and whatnot.
Southern Pennsylvania is not exactly their end destination, all florid in their formal dresses
Sashaying down the tallest peak, hand in hand, at least one tuxedo
Present in the throng, according to the leading ichthyologists pursuing the
Case as a sort of fun summer holiday activity while the subject matter of some 8% of
Mimbres pottery is resting delicately in all sorts of trenches. You aren’t
Grasping all this text in your first viewing, you continue to sort of scootch your butt along the
linoleum
Floor of this place that was once a lunching area and now provides host to thicket as you
examine it. I think your head
Hits a stool and you become sort of concussed as a result.
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