

The stain smells sorta like a pine,
but every grape can’t be pressed to wine.
The elephant skin lake is wise
to follow the herd with squinted eyes, but
I’m taking the day’s placebo
in my neighborhood’s empty gazebo.
Fooled by the perfect symmetry
of my new, over-planned community.
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