i keep looking at the same thing.
the same fire escape sticking to the same brick wall.

 the same dog on the same bridge. or another same bridge.

the same tree with the same branching expression. the same season that changes back again.

the same dog and tree. the same dog wondering why i make the same pictures even of the same day, pictures the same he never sees.

 the same drop in flights of space. the same fog. deeper.

 the same dog. the same morsels on the trail. the same flame shape buds.

the same lagoon that once was drained empty and the ice caved in, that became the same again, and the same fish and the same beaver came again. but not the same, different things, that might seem the same, different lights, different days, the same but older, the same but young again.