You can walk the same path
day in
and day out.
You know where
the pavement cracks,
where the curb bends.
You can know
each block and house
by drab color,
by yard,
by name.
You can taste
the bland familiarity of it all
and then– one day–
Turn the corner
and be surprised
by a blooming lilac
that fills you.
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