by Hiram Larew
For some reason
you think in a different way as soon as
you go outside.
It doesn’t make any difference
if you’re in the city
or far up in the hills.
It doesn’t matter if there is time or not
or if it’s spring or fall
or what you’ve had to eat
When you step outside from being in
even for just a minute
you think of bigger things
like how to convince someone of what’s important
after they’re gone
or how to get to three hundred years from now by hitch hiking
or no matter what kind of moon’s up there
how you should strive to become
more and more like butter.
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