impression of ames
so many miles towards west and it is
still cloudless, these foreign eyes
extrapolate those highways into gold-paved
boulevards meandering into the unknown future
or the distant known past we call home
the scarecrow struggles in a sea of green
as the cornfields tries to drown him
together with those scattering of remote housings
all is silent with not a crow in sight
the squirrels and rabbits that would scurry off
startled when they cross my path, a total stranger
to the shadow that seemingly engulfs
i track their footsteps into the unseen places
amongst the whispering grass, the daffodil weeps
for the winds the jet-plane above carries away
the murmurings of downtown hides away
desolation, something that seems dead but yet
alive, as though barely hanging onto its last breath
the cakes in the cafes could not hide their loneliness
as the books on the shelves slowly ages
the photo shop opens until the next picture is taken
and everything will be gone by that time
suffer not the bored waitress in the fast-food joint
someday you will learn to appreciate this hectic dullness
just like me who will one day make sense of
all those changes in our lives
all those changes in their lives
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