barntrees

Come into my world.
The grass is soft and the shade trees perch in places here and there.
I can be here while you can be there... this works. I promise.
Outside of my world is the little blackbird, a pencil and a spoon. Also, you.
You keep coming and going as you please, leaving the door open.
This isn't a barn. It only looks like one from the inside out. Not
from the outside, that is. Red-handed, Rugrats red, painted white. The stains
on your hands and knees from the soft grass give you away.
You're inside now, Go change.
and close the door behind you, gently.