Squared (poem.)

Escape the box that limits growth,

Who grows bigger, the potted plant,

Or the brave oak in the wood with my initials,

Etched in for eternity?

Someone entrench me in an epic story,

Before the industry dozes over the traces

Of humanity we’ve left littered

For the hopes of tomorrow to pick up.

Maybe someday I’ll be on the lips

Of America, showing that dreams

Aren’t lost in this era, but made.