a hundred feet
tap the tiles
hard calluses
shuffle pause
listen for the drip
of routine plumbing
at night soaking
massaging cream
into thickened skin
dreaming lightness
gracegazelle steps
leaving a trail
of shed burdens
for now he lumbers
heavy friend
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