Assimilation

When the hazy, shimmering desert can’t quite compare 

To the peninsula and its misting petrichor, 

When you begin to measure the passage of time 

With how it flattens another roll in your r’s, 

When the lyrics to your favourite song have since 

Colonised phrases in your native tongue,

When even football crowds resonate differently than 

The masses surrounding cricket pitches,

Does that make home the here and now, or what once was?

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