Plastic Snow

Trapped inside a snow globe
Nobody hears you
Through the glass
Just a gaping goldfish mouth

And you can’t travel to Harlem
with a gun
Or fix the Middle East Because
The trees are plastic
The houses come up to your ankles
And it’s the same snow


And never melts

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