From the Flesh

From the Flesh

Casey Mills

Much of what I’ve done
fades over the hills behind me
lifeless shifting sand dunes
below a brittle sky

I ran the show, 
But nothing grew

Turning forward, 
now a servant of God,
the aching forest beckons 
may trees grow from my flesh

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Casey Mills
Poet

Casey writes poems early in the morning while his two daughters are still sleeping. He enjoys rivers, oceans, lakes and streams. This is his first published poem.

Photography by Brandon Hooper