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by Poet on the Piano May 20, 2024 category : Miscellaneous / Misc. poems
The hum of a tractor across the ditch. I can't see it, only hear it, the clank of metal, the clunk of wood. Robins survey the ground and swallow worms faster than I can even blink, then fly away toward telecommunications. Strands of hair dance around my face, my legs hanging over the patio chair, thighs pale and visible, reminding me I am h u m a n. The shadows of trees billowing... I am swimming in a sea of green. My feet are wrapped in ivy, but it doesn't feel too tight. I have little sense of time. I ignore the ache of my back as I try to lose myself in this dreamland. But, it's not a dream... you eventually have to move.