as each day begins . the morning glories stand watch . observing the world
the balloons remain . from a party forgotten . slowly deflating
no longer needed . belongings that had value . are given away
when crossing a bridge . it’s always an expression . of transformation
staring down the path . doesn’t have the same effect . as walking down it
once a story’s told . it is part of the landscape . no longer unique
there is no distance . that feels like it’s consistent . between here and there
repairs abandoned . slowly corrode, becoming . just a memory
lily pads hover . covering what is unseen . under the surface
the one in the light . being equal to the rest . is the one noticed
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