countless

There are countless ways of growing watermelons on the hills,
far off from potholed highways.
There are countless ways to believe in angels swearing into bullhorns,
but trees are too straight to reach heavens,
shadows too long to cover the footprints.
The royal couple lives in a shack made of slide rules,
corkscrews and alarm clocks winded
by the winds, never mind the pun, their bothersome music
and the banality of it all.


{after the comments on behind}

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