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My left foot hurts,
popped a few days ago blisters,
half-baked plans.
The band-aid has moved again
but I’m going down hill
and I can’t stop to catch my breath,
let alone bend down
to fix my pain.
Sun-soaked wood slots
bleed the light through,
creating the illusion of bars.
A dime-a-dozen neighbourhood,
1970s contemporary
and 2010s paint,
waiting for the next big thing.
Pounding the concrete,
reading the construction signs.
The twinge pain still defines this walk
but I’m going down hill
so I’m going to keep feeling this annoyance,
steadily growing,
a little while longer.
