The People That I Know Or The Story Of The Find

Poem By Michael Norton

I took a walk
A single sentence with a subject and verb
I took a walk
Though the action of the subject is absurd

I never knew I would find it
I never knew you had cared
I never knew that the people that I,
Know are kind of weird
They are kind of weird.

I dug it up
Put the shovel to the ground
I dug it up
And I admired what I had found

I never knew I would find it
I never knew you had cared
I never knew that the people that I,
Know are kind of weird
They are kind of weird.

It started spinning in my hand
Like a paper trapped in fan,
A desk fan, on the desk of some important
Politician who is eating at this desk
A small drink and half a sandwich

This thing that I had found,
Was no bigger than a football,
This beautiful, beautiful thing I had found in the ground
Was no bigger than my fist,
In the air for the high regard of it
That I had, that I had found

I never knew I would find it
I never knew you had cared
I never knew that the people that I,
Know are kind of weird
They are kind of weird.

The thing suddenly melted
Melted right into sand
The thing left me empty handed,
Except for a fist of sand
I laughed and laughed until I cried to see the thing had gone,
But I smiled as I though, I should have knew all along

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