Written earlier this afternoon, after a walk in the snow from bus stop to destination.

Where we walk
is where we slip

We look down afterwards
even though we already know

We are clumsy

Our problems know
we are the cause
but we still look elsewhere

When we do acknowledge the truth
it’s because we think
it will make us look better

Most people don’t care
the ones that do
are the ones who will pounce
and feast
until only scraps are left

Life goes on

We walk
We slip

(13 February 2019)

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