My feet
Are as cracked and uneven as the dirt road I walked down at sunrise
One day in early June. That morning
The gravel rose up to meet my skin as the sun rose up to meet the day
The chilled morning air whisped, hello, to my skin through my thin t-shirt
And I wondered for a second if I am the only living human left on this empty planet
The grass nods along as I wonder, and the trees warm their thick green leaves
Against the cold morning, rubbing them together for meager warmth.
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