the light sits on my skin heavily
here the sun is far more aggressive
than the wind, playing the role of the anxious bystander
i have a thought that i haven't in a while
i am here
i am here, suspended in both space and time
suspended mostly in my hammock,
now a great bridge for a vagabond ant
i make room for passing
the ant is someplace else
but i am here
i like it when the wind works up the courage
to smile at me
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