Work Walk
Work Walk
Breath fogs the space between the situation I left, for the space I am to inherit.
Just by walking the meandering path to my employ,
Mustering strength waylaid by last nights drinking.
Berating in melancholy silence, the foolish choices, made as a whim, as a boy.
Dragging those thoughts along with my body,
Considering ways to abandon the weight of thinking.
Arriving to smiles that I reciprocate, in forfeit to my mornings reservations.
Hiding behind the ghost of a hangover,
Nodding, conforming, conspiratorial winking.
Work starts, Work stops, Walk Home, Wake up, Work Walk.
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