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
that
falls

again
again
again

And never melts

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