Sep 30.

9/30/2025 7:40. Correspondence 45

A lot changes in a day. The weather, the news, our clothes, the position of the earth, the lessons in a class, our motivation, our emotions... 

We learned about William Cullen Bryant today. Neat fellow. It has sparked within me an interest in lyrical poems. You probably know what comes next.

     Utopia

A man makes the choice to pick up a loaf of bread

and put it in his basket. Green lights flash around him,

dazzling his inner eye. A comfort wraps around him

as he next steps to the eggs. 

A woman works a pin across an old notebook 

as she thinks back to the test. He doesn't know yet,

but she might as well start to think of names. She writes and she waits,

as Margaret glows green in front of her. She knows she has not to worry. 

The TV flashes a mystical prediction

all about the gray sky. The phone flashes too,

but it whispers contradictory fortunes. Confused,

the man reaches for his umbrella nonetheless,

and as he does, the handle radiates an emerald hue.

They sit in class, trying their best,

but fear wraps them anyway. Hopes and dreams 

count only so much to cold boards. They don't know where to go,

but thankfully, the flag hanging on the wall gleams green.

She applies that night, nay, ever questioning again. 

On earth, I sit, metaphysically alone,

 in front of my adviser. She asks me simply

what I want to do. I look around me, desperate 

to see a certain shade. But there is nothing. 

I met a pug today, too. Their name was Watsion. Chill dude. It must be nice. 

Good night, dear friends,

Calvin Landreth