Patchwork Lands [Free Verse]

in shades of green, 
and rust-red clay

geometries formed
of odd angles

spreading ahead
to the edge of

so many fields
in so many states -
yet, all in one

there, I felt
a tad bit infinite,
being stretched
from a stable center
in all directions
as time sprawled
first to last
in no particular order

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