seeing through curtains drawn
this little town was nothing like whoville
though not sure why I mention it
if only to get you imagining
there are other worlds
on the surface nothing changes here
and everyone looks the same
whether or not they’re beautiful
or pretty or normal or something else
down here all oceans are in sync
as are rivers and streams and creeks
each and every tree relative to itself
flowers beneath their boughs
reduced to single digits
propagated by otherworldly intelligence
august two thousand seventeen
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This reminds me of A Wrinkle in Time.
I’m not familiar with that novel but I’ll have to check it out. Thank you for commenting on this piece.
sounds like a place I’d like to visit
yes, a nice change of pace….
you see everything thru a magical curtain, this is just your poem describing that special sense of yours.
thank you Denise – there is magic in the air
digital hell? (it’s either a 0 or a 1)
that’s a very good question