Straying the Course...

weaned from the sun
dropped on the ground
feet falling in step
an army on the march
crushing my baked cookie house
food for ants dodging boots
arms in cadence
feet in measure
rows and columns of man grown crops
planted armlength apart
never touching
never trying
ever following the row ahead
I dart avoiding hollow bodies
breathing to the beat
their minds flow in rhythm
learning to sidestep
growing elusive
kick them
trip them
it no longer entertains
becoming the linear opposite
reversed flow
twice the progress
peering down the line
foreign foot matches my own
stop and get trampled
move and be the same
high time to leap