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Wild Country Contest

I parked along the side of the road where the shoulder turned to gravel. I left my cardoor open, thinking I’d only be a moment. Into the golden weeds I trudged to find my favorite flower. Bull thistle bloomed violet, jewels aloft on green scepters, as rich as Sappho’s hair, as rare as royal Phoenecian robes dyed with conch, long stems twinkling with acid, as green as the intellect. I will have a garden of thistles, a court of purple pixies, prickly sprites that know all the names of the wind. They will surround artichokes that bloom, great aubergine tassels that hold back the great curtain of soil. I continued through the grass, burs clinging to my pants like dreams, the musical warning of the open door fading in the distance. March 20, 2020 Wild Country Contest Sponsored by Julia Ward

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Date: 3/20/2020 4:13:00 PM
LOL at the end Jack. Our 1980’s car used to have a sweet music sound so that is what I’m hearing as I read this. I am amused at the possibilities as you roam into the wild. Love the imagery. A fun poem in an otherwise crazy day.
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Jack Webster
Date: 3/20/2020 5:20:00 PM
Sorry to hear the day’s been so crazy; hopefully the evening will be more peaceful. Of course the silver lining of any day is, once it’s over, it’s over; never have to do that one again lol. An honor to bring you some brief relief!