in the mire, the mud,
the swamp.
knee
deep in shallow
water.
it's Friday,
late
in the day.
late in the month.
late
in life
but i see light
up ahead,
and i smell
what you're cooking
on the other side.
put a plate out.
i'm on my way
home.
no need to worry,
i'm coming home
tonight.
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