100 Of You,200 Legs - Poem by Keith Michael
come and find me and we can walk through the fields together, out towards where the sun is lighting the day. stalks knee high so you hold my hand while we find our way through this maze and come out on the other side of the earth. and on the other side the children are the same, and the landscape remains the same, just a mirror image with an exact cottage and exact plaid sheets hanging over the clothes line. but what strikes me is the pies on the ledge with the crust being inside of the pumpkin and the apple coming out off the worm, and the clouds being blue with a side of white.. have you ever seen a green sun with orange grass, i can't say i have but it doesn't seem that unusual at all. disregard the dogs that are walking along and the flowers that seem to have sprouted and stood and are singing in song. unison with the trees lying down and using their branches to get that itch in the bark. and we get passed with 100 caterpillars with 100 legs each, with an ant riding on every back, with the days news covering the cats and frogs. sure I've seen the papers with the antelopes swimming and the fish dashing across the road. but is any of this so much different that id want to leave my own home. i don't think so and so back to the well we go and we can climb back down and slip back into our time and the fields and cottage that i call my own
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