Place, Places, Placement and Placings

The place gets inside your head
Until you can see nowhere else
The familiarity of sunlight on walls
Or shadows from trees and acorns or seeds
on the ground
Can’t really be seen in any other place
in that manner

The place does not ask you to stay
But you grow afraid to walk away
So you settle
You settle
Because mid-life’s gravity is stronger
The freedom you once felt in a desert
in the West

But the place harbors your fears
from the rest of the world
And you smell the scents of its restaurants
Renovated decors
New mirrors and carpets
Over and over
Over the years
Away from the land of the sun


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