365 Poems: July 18th, 2014

Differences

I left the flashing neon lights

and enormous forests green

to come to a world of differences

living under a queen.

Their towns all look the same to me

but not as much as home,

’cause here the shops have different names

and histories of their own.

Every house has lived much longer

than my world has ever walked.

You can see the ways they went

and you can still hear how they talked.

The same language means nothing

in a world diverse as this,

and even so, the differences

are what I’m going to miss.

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