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The green fuse burning in this and all moments

Peter Peteet

The Force That Through The Green Fuse Drives The Flower The force that through the green fuse drives the flower Drives my green age;that blasts the roots of trees Is my destroyer. And I am dumb to tell the crooked rose My youth is bent by the same wintry fever. Dylan Thomas This photo of a tiny Bindweed flower growing from a crack in an asphalt wasteland,glowing with sunlight filtered to green by it's base,is far short of the 5000 acres required for legal protection.Its presence ,like the poem above however,ignites my desire for for large untrammelled space;its binding of men's signs and wires reminds me I am bound by that same "wintry fever"and must protest the trammelling of all wilderness to remain free myself.