stoic
i break it
and let it heal
i follow a thought
until it gets deeper
and my feet are wet
i wonder at my actual surroundings
a little
neglectfully
in another time
i see a woman
her skirt is moving along a line of tall grass
in some direction
toward a market
and then home again?
there is small lake
and fair weather
the day passes without anyone noticing
it is so unpopulated
except for the solitudinous study
of someone walking
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