This is a poem I wrote from "pastel city". Orem Utah has many different shades, different weights, and different vibrances. I could picture in my mind angels quietly coloring it before the sunrise. For almost 4 years, it was home to me. Just about everything inspired me about this city-but nothing inspired me more then the contrast between a city that seemed to be lost inside a small town. For my friends and family in Orem, I love you.
My first letter home,
I wrote about being at
The bottom of a gravy or
Tapioca bowl.
There, people march
To work,
To school,
To the arms of their eternal loves.
Somewhere, a drifter steps off
A train in the cold of night
And dreams of the story he will tell
The woman sitting across from him
On the bus tomorrow.
He will dream in the serenity that
Divides him from
Heart to heart.
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