Walking around in this foreign place,
it seems as similar as home.
Chipped paint on a mint chip colored house.
But there are no trees at home,
for it is as bare as a bone.
Sitting on a grid.
As if it were plotted on graph paper.
When you look up,
you can replace the sky scrapers
with mountains.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
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