PARA-TROOPERS

BY CHRISTOPHER LEWIS

Springtime, yellow golden fields,

filled with sporadic clusters

of towering white pods.

Blossoms across the thick

Grasslands.

In time, diminutive winds,

Rupture the legions of

Seed troopers into the

Immense sky, scouting for

A place to commence,

A new life. | CL

CHRIS LEWIS WRITES FROM OREGON STATE PENITENTIARY.