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universes

a poem

It’s strange how
Some things are so universal
Across the world I see the same houses
the same windows, the same hopes
and dreams of the past and the future
we go back and forth
within the limits of our selves
pacing
the language is different but the rules are
the same yet the game is played so
differently, is this globalization or
convergence or does the difference even matter?
I don’t recognize any of the trees anymore
But they grow the same
and so do I