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A Field in the Midwest

A piece of poetic fiction I wrote a long time ago, which I found recently amongst other lost projects…

Weathered by neglect — decades of frost, storms, and dry heat, the white paint has long chipped and rotted, while beneath, a green copper rust has grown mold-like over the metal box. No child’s sticky fingers impatiently awaiting the Sunday cartoons or a student’s anticipated grasp at a college acceptance letter have grazed this spot in nearly a lifetime. No recent declarations of love or Dear Johns have slept here. It stands alone — rickety and barren, dust-filled and overgrown by tall field grass a farmer has long forgotten. But this small box has its secrets, its stories… its witnessed lifetimes. A portal here awaits its owner — a gateway between worlds and eras.