everyday is one progression on the last day, it feels like: it couldn’t make it out of the progression. The, somebody snaps me out. Well not readily. they give me, a true blood Puerto Rican man something do: meet, hiking, walking, go out with dogs. I do it. Feel batter for a time.Wife says “dogs and nature” and that’s right. But I can’t go out, live my life in nature and just forget this life.
too fast yesterdays going out
what’s the hurry, the world’s not goin’
no place—is it,
and you why not walk with me
instead of growing ever-present distant.
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