around
the city, against the flow
of traffic.
i find
the back streets
by the park,
the lake,
the path where lovers
walk hand
in hand.
i go slow taking it all in.
i'm in no rush
to get home to an empty
house.
there is no one
there to ask me,
where i've been.
there's
not a soul peering
anxiously out
the kitchen window,
hoping i'm not late for
dinner,
once again.
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