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When you stay in one place too long, your observation skills
Grow dim, dull. Your brain fills in to be efficient, of course,
But when the repetition is as high as a small town that never changes,
One may as well be walking through an illusion, a watercolor
Conjured from impressions, memories, prejudices, time and tide.
If you dare to leave that place and go live in another,
It’s as though your eyes cannot contain all the information,
And so you find interest, where you found boredom and stasis.
Even now, years after relocating, I often see a slight dark line,
Off distant on the corner of an out-building, as I stare out and listen
To hot rain fall on the even hotter ground. And you know that line
Is a creature that isn’t native to your birthplace, a strange lizard,
Staring out and listening as well, to hot rain fall,
On the even hotter ground.
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