(L)on(e)ly

Have you ever scratched the surface of a mirror
in the hope of getting to the other side?
The grass is said to be greener,
but it looks much the same to me:
it still browns in the summer heat.
Rain here too heightens the foul smell
of exhaust fumes rushing past without concern,
cigarette buds litter the pavements
and children cry slipping on ice.
And yet, if I could shatter the glass once more
I wouldn’t go back:
I may be the wrong way around,
but at least I am.

Part of #escapril2021. Photo by Joseph Ngabo.

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