that
makes you weary,
makes
you lean
into the shade,
for a few less
degrees.
makes you brace
yourself
against a wall
near the alley.
is it old
age.
is it just fatigue
and hunger,
the weight of
carrying the load
of worries
that aren't
your own.
does it even matter.
you just
want to go home.
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