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White Fields
By L.A. Steel
There are no sanctions in life;
Each thought or action is balanced.
Each day brings night,
Each wrong brings right.
To the right of darkness is light.
Rolling and level fields of white
Stretch before the wonderers of life.
Every knoll has a vale;
Every depth has a height.
There may be fences or covered rocks,
Mole holes, or a tree here and there.
The fields lie flat as white mats
Or carpets of dazzling colors,
Images and holograms of attentive life
Darting in and out of sight.
An angel may wing by as a swift
Blast of wind, or tread lightly nearby
Embodied in the coat of a deer—
A message of memory
In a frozen fallen leaf
Whirling at play near your feet.
A dancing thought on the white field
Of nearly forgotten time,
A time known to a single mind.
White fields of winter
Crusted over by ice, wind and snow
Melted by harsh rays of sun or broken by
Footsteps leading on, on to the forest
Or into the horizon, on to a destination
Known only to one.
White fields of melancholy places
As blank expressions on white faces,
A blank stare at the world where
Color dots the landscape creating beauty
To evoke complex passions.
There are white fields that remain not trodden,
Harbored by the green borders of golf courses
And cultured forests.
Here there are snowballs and snowmen
And an occasional white stallion, running on white ground,
Within the boundaries of white corral fences,
In white sounding towns. Towns of milk
And money, snow white people with Christian virtues,
Snowy hallucinations and discomforts of
Frozen noses and cracked lips, chapped
By the blistering boredom of dreary days
Of blinding white. They read sun-blinded blurbs on
Newsprint, snowy computer and television
Screens that cause infectious white diseases of
Eye strain and migraines cured by aspirin,
Alcohol, Prozac or cocaine.
White fields sometimes turn to yellow
And sometimes melt away from fevered
Heat, but in the arctic and antarctic circles
And rural plains of snow and ice,
White fields remain forever white.
Though global warming may melt
Away layers of ancient ice caps and
Expose a colored history,
White fields will remain white
Until the rains of change bring great
Floods to destroy all in anarchy.
Then the muddy colors of mighty rivers
Overflowing their banks
Will forever change the once white landscape.
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