From shorts to pants, from tree to pine,
for eight hours straight down the road.
Again and again we keep on going.
The skylight turns from blue to dark.
The snow comes back,
it all comes back.
Dead trees, lifeless plants,
all of dead and gray.
Our house is lifeless and stagnant,
soda cans stagnant,
dust covers all,
spider webs to be seen,
all after two weeks.
We turn the power on
and all is normal again,
sadly
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