the day is glowing with the villagers’ torches /
the scent of lavender mixes with their bellows /
mark another date on the calendar scraped into the wall /
perhaps a birthday today on some plate elsewhere always /
I can touch my hands behind my back as a forced hug /
exercise regularly in the feet I can afford /
there is rain here, too, making the fence look new /
spared so many objects to consider /
only the sea leaning closer /
that absent air above left to hold
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