Back home at half past seven
in the morning, in terrible shape
after less than five kilometers walk,
and it's only sixteen degrees
centigrade; should walk more,
like in the old days, less time
before computer, on the bed
with a book. But the screens
and pages tempt, and the road,
as easy as it's when its under
the feet, has less the lure
than the screens and page.
30.05.2024
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