Kaleidoscope

Last night,

I went inside 

a mini mart 

by a gas station.

It smelled 

just like 

the minimart 

in the States. 

The mixture of 

cardboard, 

candy bars,

and plastic packages,

dust.

 

I guess 

I have been missing 

the States

more than I thought.

Many things 

I do, I see, and I hear

are

starting to be

my 

'one last time.'

...but then,

the truth is,

whether 

I walk the same street 

over and over 

every single day,

and say 

that is going to 

continue 

for the next 10 years,

each single time 

I walk 

on that same street 

is, in fact my

one last time.

leaving one place 

lets 

me realize 

that 

every day is

just like

a kaleidoscope.