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Hours

Hours

he sits

in his chair

feet in the air

picks up a cup

and sets it down

punches the mote

and picks up the ring

says, “Hello …”

says, “Goodbye …”

picks through the page

scans the segment

lies back with a sigh

and closes his eyes

wakes up when

and walks around

tile to tile

then back down

sits in his chair

feet in the air

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery