the sun shines brighter out there
after passing through the fog
setting on the shore of this lake
huge by most standards but still
dwarfed by the great lakes

i find joy knowing i cannot see the
other side and the sun is out in force
both to the left and right of me.

the grass grows greener out here
but thats hardly fair given the grass
exists out here. the toilets come in
fancy grouping to separate our number
ones from our two’s because this
is farm land and human waste can
hardly be seen as waste when theres
crops to grow. to serve on people’s
tables.

the water runs clearer out there
rushing down night soil fertilized
hills of farm after farm we cant help
but want to drink what we know can
kill. so they build pots of porous clay
to run the water through and absorb
the bacteria right out of that heavy-
metal-free water.

the people grow darker out here
free from the concerns of the world
but burdened by the land to which
their great grandfathers were bound.

the cell signal.
well… it’s actually stronger out there.

I never would have thought this
from your younger days, but
despite all of the yelling, my
mother is still a saint, and while
I can’t speak foryours, I know
you could have borrowed mine
if you wanted. Instead, short
sight has turned you a failure.
At least your shourt sight
hasn’t failed us all.