Old man - at bus stop - in the rain
Yes I have balanced upon this rock
for 75, 85 years causing
negligible quantities
of soil to shift
Daily I wait patiently
on said surface at these familiar
co-ordinates, yet in my time
I visited 75, 85 territories of
the artificially boundaried surfaces
There was some growing, some striving
scant praying, scarce slaying
and my best claim my final
claim is to have left
no trace #pfft#
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