the carpet in my living room

poem

Sometimes I like to lay on my back on my carpet
in my living room
and close my eyes real tight
and wait long enough 
then suddenly I’m laying in a field

There are all kinds of bugs crawling around but
they cannot bite me (nor can I squish them),
and the tree pollen will not make me sneeze
I could lay here forever

Can you smell that dewy grass, too?
Hear the buzz of the bee nearby?
Feel the breeze ripple over your body?
I could lay here forever

Those red flowers that smell so nice 
We’ll pick some for the dining room vase
We could lay here forever

Every apple
more delicious than the last
I’ll rough the dough out for a pie
when we get home
We could stay here forever

Home that’s a funny word
I think maybe I’m home.
Right now,
with you

We’ll be here forever 

Just so long as we 
lay hear a little longer & 
dream a little
harder

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I found myself back in a field I used to visit, only this time it was better. It was perfect. There was peace on earth.