#2,416 This Illness Walks
There –
that root
[again!]
to trip –
to prompt me of
my disconnections & my
mild levels of failings –
A
seven-K walk over rough
fields
[past chary cows &
loud lockdown dogs] –
A
man sits above a winter-
worn cut of rainwater as
his kid cycles & a runner
passes –
heel-sprung-ish
fast –
Pats sit –
goo-mine
traps –
my ways armed
by irregular low hazards