the pill that he
took showed him
how it felt to climb over
the green mountain
and swim the
brown river clothed
to cross a border of
fences and weeds.
anything to get here
where he was already.
he looked around winded
wondering about
the things he’d collected
and the wives he’d left
and was homesick for
for the village he’d been
trying to come home to
when he took the pill.
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