Reflection

As the pick up truck trod over the uneven gravel

It grumbled and rumbled becoming as restless as we felt

For it has been a long time and familiarity still hasn’t unraveled

It must be beginning to lose its patience as do we strapped in the seatbelt

The directions weren’t complicated

The place, the paths and the people were

The map said take a left in 200 meters as we drove with breath so bated

But alas, two miles we go and no sign of left, the failure a major deter

We did come here as children fascinated more with the country locale

Than the turns our aunt took when she drove us here about the houses lined like dominoes

Taking in the neighborhood and the succinct reflection of the brimming canal

Dreaming of the next visit as one came to close

But now with a license to drive

When we thought we missed drowning in the brimming reflection of the canal like a warning

Little did we know we were in for a ride where we wouldn’t thrive

In a mirror dimension, an alternate world’s dawning

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