Walking Cycle #011

the slow woosh of cars
on thin curbs, we walk abreast

talking of little nothings,
on our way to the store

this is what I’ll miss


And we return to our regular schedule. Slightly late but still we return!
I thoroughly enjoyed the week long experiment that only produced six poems. I feel had space to play around more and try things outside my comfort zone. But I did sort of run out of steam by the end so probably won’t be trying again for a little while.

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