I drag my shoes as if
they were weights
the sun is not on the same schedule
as I am.
I stretch my back and out burst the warning.
..the warning of falling timber
yet I need not cover my head.
Its only my habit; yet pleasure too.
Its silent .
Stagnant from the sojourn sunlight.
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