I walk an hour and more on the sunny, warm evening
to vote, reading Guy de Maupassant through
the undulating hills and ravines in gold and green,
sweat and smell like a pig when I write
the number three on the ballot
and drop it in the box,
then walk towards the store before
remembering it closed early today,
on Sunday, and deflated, don't bother
to walk back reading, just sit on the bus-stop,
wait an hour and more reading news
from my loaned cell phone,
watch kids cycle past
with their front wheels
up in the air, cursing.
14.06.2021
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