I wanted to remain a primitive

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

by Jan

Final Release Poetry Festival
Table 16 Prompt:
"Write a poem of not more than 10 lines imagining what Peg must have felt at Final Release."