Pigeon Stretches
Nothing ever changes here.
The sky is as blue,
the flowers smell as sweet.
the quince tree leans as drunkenly towards the house
as before.
This is the path where I walked my dog.
Those are the woods where I got lost,
repeatedly.
Nothing ever changes here,
except for some minor things.
For example,
I used to love pigeon stretches,
but now they hurt.
Other than that,
everything is pretty much the same.
GloPoWriMo Day 29
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