Earth is not a flawless land
Planted with the stories of human lives well-told
Each speck of green evidence
Each horizon more than fantasy
It is a doorway
Leading to pockets of perfect universes
Touchable
Only by the dreams
We wish were memories
And lullabies
We sing in darkness
Asking for permission to slip through
The gates one more time
Tere Nandez is a Latina from the Midwest working in media. She lives with her cat outside of Chicago.
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