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i fly away from the sunset
snow birds wait for my arrival
a reflection of a reflection stares.
a key looks at plastic
it wonders what grooves it will make
half wishing it was a spray paint.
it's marks blend with others
which are quickly ignored by passengers
and that defeats the purpose of its existence
but color stands bold
cross plastic metal borders
only confined to the strength of index.
the moon looks down to the earth
it wonders why my eyes come from the east
memory jogs the mind
it makes sense now
the moon takes it a step further
and reminds me it can be located from any part of the world
i agree and take its advise in consideration.
the house burns to the ground
normally I would rebuild
but today
everything is on the table.
i take a long walk to clear the skies.