Tercet Verdant Paths by Christopher Buck We used to lay about playing games On the streets and the park, Dousing knees in grass stains Sticks and stones were swords and shot Fired in the tournament-blue sky Cloudlessly, we rained supreme our plot Out past sundown star-shining light dark Tracing TV static constellations and future contemplations Well past cries for dinner, candy will have to hit the mark Bare-chested Ursa Major suntan tie-dye Green knees and black soles No matter the melanin we all ended red by- The end of the day No matter if, what, which way Aloe allowed, we were reluctant to say, "Goodbye" Goodbye means the fun has to end The conversation has to cease 'Til our waving arms pass around the bend Praying, once more, to see tomorrow The sun to rise, our eyes to meet Goodbye is just a word we'll have to borrow "Goodbye" smells of cold breeze sweat Shared with every cumulative cumulus day When painted, what colors of fun have we not discovered yet?
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Christopher Buck is a prolific writer, having earned a Bachelor’s degree in English and Creative Writing from the prestigious University of Iowa. He produces writing daily covering a plethora of themes ranging from the loss of innocence, grappling with the present, and suburban life. He utilizes free verse, rhyme schemes, and spoken word to create an encompassing experience for his readers to enjoy, connect, and process with. Christopher has meticulously crafted his writing at an exponential rate, citing his earliest surviving poem from 2003, as a continued source of inspiration that serves as a comfortable reminder of both how far he has come with the skill of writing, and how much farther he wishes to reach. Excerpts of his writing can be read on Instagram at @Env0writes.
