[criss cross bright bright glare]
the week was compromised. the pavement hit bit hard. thrown down i got back up. it was only later it caught up with me i took to my feet instead abandoning the pedals. it's time. the miles stretched i found the bench even in my discomfort i stretched and took up home there. hours passed. later the yellow splashed all over my feet on the sidewalk. exhausted i collapsed. winter light is all around now.
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