Dogwood blossoms
Or early spring snowflakes
I can’t tell the difference
Between the two sets of eyes
I try to hold so much hope
From that other verdant place
To this removed suburban hell
She always has the same eyes
I can’t find someone to teach
Me the difference between the two
I try to wait
I try to wait for changes
These tissues are strained
These tissues are tired
Six thousand years is long enough
They spread rumours of being a sage
But I just find broken bits
Torn and shredded, left along the riverbank
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