After All

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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