They went home they were at home there
where everything looked suddenly strange
a tree was not just a four letter word for example
rocks peered up like babies and the asphalt
a tongue on which to form abstract thoughts
while driving always driving relatives appearing
out of the woodwork friends dropping by he told
of when he was little brushing the grass with a hairbrush
she spoke of eating it down on all fours then getting sick
just like a real animal one that is half domesticated
They were watched by a god thankfully absent
because then there would be no traces of foul play
the landscape a resentful second fiddle a passenger
riding shotgun responsible for unlocking and locking
opening and shutting the gate as was the way out here
before it was solo going as it is now if you want it
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