Before i step back into the bush
I turn and squint at the skyline
A derivative of where i'll be
Your refinement of minerals
Means you want to make fine
Again what was once fine
Fine as can be is my destiny
Perfect in terms of an ending
A finish in lush abrasion
Table 16 Prompt:
"Write a poem of not more than 10 lines imagining what Peg must have felt at Final Release."