the fatigue
of work, the dust of
day.
the sweat
of clothes.
the heavy shoes
that swing
as I walk.
it's dark early now
as I sit
and think
of what's ahead,
what's behind,
believing that things
will get
better,
still.
Friday, September 29, 2017
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