The Day
It is going to flow into another day
I am going to hear footsteps in the bleak corridor
A mosquito is going to fly into my window
I am going to drive my car and go out for lunch
But not today
I brought some bread and a quarter of a pretzel to work
Nowadays I am not that hungry
Something is making me full
My stomach gets tighter
My heart beats as usual, maybe a little faster
The sun burst through the clouds
The fine rain caresses the damp earth and tarmac
Slippery man-made surfaces I'd avoid
The Day
Its going to flow into another day
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